I was supposed to be taking classes with Mrs. Wong, I guessed right away that it was about this beautiful little woman. I remember that I liked the id...ea of learning English more and more. I remembered that from September we are supposed to have classes in a language school once a week. Recently, I have been thinking more and more about Mrs. Wong, but it was just my fantasy that I would impress her with the knowledge of the language. I wanted to be a top student, so that she would pay attention. He tapped the shoulder of a young boy standing close by."Who's the lady in the red sweat shirt and jeans over there?"The kid looked and replied."Are you talking about Mrs. Spencer?" O-o-o-h-h-h, that's right. Mrs. Spencer" Alan tried to pass it off as if it just hit him."Pretty damned hot to be forty, huh?" The little punk obviously had more than a passing interest."She's gorgeous. She taught me more than ten years ago." She was thirty-eight but Alan wasn't going to bring it up. He just wanted. Ab maie samjh gaya tha k uske dimag me kya chal raha hai. Or jase hi maine uske bare me sochana suru kiya, excitement se mera lund andar hi andar or mota hogaya. Ab mere lund ko maza ane laga tha to maine bhi use or chipak k beth gaya. Usne raaste me bike chalate chalate ek hand se mere lund k seva karna shuru kar di…. Maine dhire se aapna hanth age bahdhaya or uske lund k upar rakh k dekha. Wo bhi tight tha. Use confident mila or usne mujhse pucha, ” aap k pass place hai?”Maine soch me pad. .. teasing you to touch it with your tongue. You tried. Your mouth and tongue looked as though they were trying to catch raindrops from the billowy clouds, but was desperately disappointed when when one gently touched your chin instead... or your cheek... or nose. You laughed in frustration; I just smiled like an ornery little boy. You wanted to taste me, my cock still throbbing and hanging heavy from moments before when we exploded with fervor. I teasingly moved forward and rested my cock.