I got up early. I kept remembering everything Mrs. Dorian had said to me. I was practicing my tongue and mouth techniques. I had not masturbated in tw...o days. I was getting to go stir crazy. So many thoughts were going through my mind. Was she bored with me? Did she not want to see me again? Had I done something wrong? Fuck!!!!It was just before noon, on the third day. There was a knock at my back door. I was wearing a black t-shirt and some tan cargo shorts. I had on some black sandals as I. Simmi told me that means u dnt know nething, i asked about wat, (i was nt faking my innocence) c said bout reproduction. I gave her all the biological detail. Then rupali who was listening from bhind my sister leaped in and hushed-sale chutiye hindi me bata. I told her main isme thoda kacha hun, kewal boys toilet mein gandi gandi batein likhin hain jo ki main nahi bata sakta. Un tino ne kaha wo kisi se nai kahenge.Shayad unhe b mere munh se lund bur choot sunker maza aane laga tha. Phir raat. You arched your back, lowering your head to the concrete while raising your ass closer to him. He ran his hard cock along the length of your pussy, spreading your lips in a circular motion with the head before plunging it deep inside, filling you with the warmth you begged for. You felt his arm reach around and pull your dress down, exposing your tits, which he grabbed hard, pulling and twisting your nipples. Grabbing your hair from the back, he pounded away from behind, sliding in and out with. My hair was naturally brown and I typically kept it shoulder-length. I assumed he liked me this way as he never complained.As I looked at my reflection I pictured him behind me, holding me with his hands around my waist as he would. I wiped away a tear from my eye and began to turn toward the bed, but as I began to look away I could have sworn my reflection smiled back at me. Confused, I turned back around but saw nothing amiss.Two weeks laterIt was 12 am and I had lain in bed for the better of.