Walking into the room I found my mom holding one of the wigs. It was thesame long blonde with dark highlights, but this one had soft waves andcurls in... it. In fact, it looked a lot like my current hair, just adifferent color."How about this one?" she asked me. I smiled and nodded at her and thentook a seat in the chair she indicated. My mom set the wig down carefully, and then started gathering my hairwith her hands. She twisted it, or did something to it that I couldn'tsee without a mirror, and. He took a cap from his side-bag and placed it on his head. One by one, he absorbed the various aromas of the products on sale: roasted vegetables, corn-sticks boiling in huge caldrons, bruised bananas and other dodgy fruits darted frantically by hovering flies. As potential souvenirs there were animal statuettes carved out of wood, tribe drums and handmade necklaces. There were second-hand clothes and scruffy old rugs surrounded by flee-infested dogs and bags of rubbish. Alone in such a place,. I let my clothes drop on the stairs, Tracy's T-shirt and blouse followed. I kicked off my shoes and they tumbled al the way down. Now we were both totally naked, I didn't think I could wait to get her to my bed, I wanted to fuck her right there on the stairs. I needed her pussy like a junkie needs drugs. That's what sex is to me, a drug that I need every day. Here was my fix, Tracy's lovely young tight wet cunt. I was overcome with an incredible lust for her; I eased her down on to the stair. ’”“She then took me in her arms and said. ‘Kanhay. You are a cute little nice guy -favorite student of mine. I love you. But people don’t always like nice people. So if you wish to be adored by other girls of your age, you need to get rid of this.’ She said, mischievously pinching my belly and then kissed me on my lips.”“My first kiss and only kiss with Mrs. Rosie. She changed my life for good.”Nama was shaken, hearing the story. She didn’t know what to say. All these years in the same class,.