”“I can imagine! But we got off topic! The hugs?”“It’s been swirling in my mind while we were talking, and I’d say you were right. Sitting... in here naked with you would be LESS sexual than hugging you. Now if that isn’t crazy, I don’t know what is!”Michelle laughed, “So, I strip off my bathing suit, and that’s all cool? I hug you fully clothed and it’s not? I’d have to agree that’s pretty much the definition of crazy!”“Is that an offer?” I chuckled.“Taking off the bathing suit? Or a hug?”“Your. And it won’t be the only fucking that happens in study hall. You will be getting fucked there too. And if we are lucky, the rest of the class will start fucking too.”She then said, “Yes Mistress, I know. But if the girls are not on birth control, they could get pregnant. We don’t want that to happen and word get out it happened in school while I was the teacher.”I thought for a moment and then said, “I understand what you are saying slut. So, let’s make a side trip the pharmacy to get enough. Then, he parted them and slipped two fingers inside her. He began stroking the roof of her vagina. “How does this feel?”“It feels okay.”“I was thinking ... I want to see if I can give you a G-spot orgasm.”“Forget it. I can’t have one.”“Why not?”“I don’t have a G-spot,” she replied.“Have you tried?”She sighed. “Yes, Ron ... and you’re not the first guy to go looking for it, either.” She regarded him. “I’m sorry that bothers you, but it’s the truth.”“I’ve done some reading on the topic. The. It was past 2 in the early morning and both of us were tired. We did not know when we both fell asleep in our arms. At 6 am the milkman rang the bell to deliver the bell. I struggled to get up because Pooja was still on my top and fully naked. Somehow I got her off me, put my trouser and collected the milk pouches. The milkman wondered why I was not awake as usual. Told him I had a late night and saw him off but not before collecting Pooja’s share of milk pouches too. As I closed the door , I.