The story beginsThe heroine of my queen is Aisha( name changed) she had a die hard figure of 36-32-34 any one could die seeing her. Her skin tone was ...milky white she use to wear sleeveless and mini skirts or frocks mostly at home.The neighbours were new to our place as they shifted in June. One day my I was having my lunch the bell door rang. I went to open the door I was dumbstruck by seeing her for the 1 time she was white her boobs were appealing to be sucked and was wearing a red color. "What sort of question is that?" An honest one, Lord Northam. Simply an honest one," she replied. "Come come, Lord Northam. I have been watching. Here you are, having lived most your life in America, just in from the country and dressed in the latest fashions of London. You seem so conventional, yet I perceive that you subtly disapprove, no, make sport of the conventional." You seem to have watched me closely, Lady Warren, and I have not noticed your eye on me," I said."Ah, you would have soon. Only a face hauntingly familiar.Silently as he could, he slipped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to wash himself and change his underwear. That task taken care of, Charlie crawled back into bed and under his sheet. To his surprise, he soon found himself erect once more.Without really thinking about it, his hand slipped under his sheet and his fingers closed around his cock. Stroking it softly at first, then with an increasing tempo, he was soon rewarded with a pleasing orgasm. One. ” Ms Kripke said. “I was fifteen once as well, you know. I know what it’s like. I had crushes on a couple of my teachers during high school too.”“What makes you – I don’t – what –” Nathan stuttered out.“It’s alright Nathan. I don’t care. But I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me, so you can’t really deny it. Don’t feel embarrassed though. It’s not a problem.”“I’m sorry Ms Kripke.” Nathan said. He felt an overwhelming need to apologise. No matter what Ms Kripke had said, he couldn’t help but.