I like driving with the wrist and ankle cuffs on because if I have to stop or get out of my car people will see what I have on. My car by the way is a... convertible and I love to drive with the top down so people in trucks can see inside for their viewing pleasure.I check to see that I have my other items ready and in the car. This done I lock my house and place the key in its hiding place by the front door. I get in my car and back down the drive way and start for the park. The whole time I am. As I shifted back I accidentally dropped my notepad onto the lush carpet as Hank’s other hand slid across my chest and gently squeezed my soft breast. Stunned; I didn’t know how to react as I sat frozen like a frightened rabbit as he deftly unbuttoned my white chemise while caressing my neck with his other hand. “What are you doing?” I naively asked as he pulled the garment from my shoulders. “Shhhh sugarpie, shhhh,” Hank softly voiced; as he unclipped my bra then removed it too, leaving my. Ye meri 2nd story hai.Meri 1st story:- http://indiansexstories2.net/stories/Desi/maami_and_me__full_masti_126942.htmlNow let us come to the story, ye story meri nhi hai…mere 1internet friend ki hai, jisne mughse request ki hai ki me uski story post kru and uska naam kahin bhi use na kru.Ye baat garmi ki chutiyo ki hai. Main apne mama ji ke ladke ki sadi main gya tha. sadi se 2 din phle unhone jagran rkha tha, main uss time apne mama ji ke ladke ke sath tha, uski age 23 hai vo mere sath khul kar. She had long perfect legs that were often displayed underneath a pencil skirt of some sort. Her breasts were perfect. Large enough that she had plenty of cleavage, but not too big. She was only in her early twenties as this was her first teaching gig out of college. She was flirty enough but also aware of the boundaries between her students and herself. I had always thought she lingered a little longer at my desk, but what hormonal sixteen year old doesn’t think every girl is attracted to him..