.” The fury on Ms. Pearce's face trailed off. Her sharp features furrowed. Her bold nose twitched. Plump lips worked together as she wetted them. Th...e red grew shiny. Color blossomed in her cheeks as she pulled up the panties, leaving a wet smear behind on her chest.I loved this wonderful moment when a woman became dominated by my panties. Like Mrs. Quick, her naughty daughter Chloe, my reverend's wife and daughter, and others, Ms. Pearce fell under the spell of my pussy juices.Like a drug. But then everyone in this street was. The guy was a bit scared of his own bleedin’ shadow. His missus was taller than he was, average-looking, indian house-wife. A bit on the plump side. She had class , what you might call sophisticated. But I kind of got the impression she was more up for it than he was. Well, it happens occasionally.“So Mrs Agarwall, you’d like to be ravished in front of your husband, would you?””Please, call me Nidhi.” They looked at each other and smiled. Well, that was. We all agreed on a Saturday wedding, but, which one? After much discussion we came up with the last Saturday in August as the date. Where to hold the ceremony was a bit more difficult. Since none of the four of us were members of any particular church I made the suggestion that since we had plenty of room here at Camelot, why not hold the wedding and reception here. We all thought that was a splendid idea so we got the ball rolling.Grace came up with a brainstorm idea to have the wedding be a. The teacher finally came and gave an introduction and asked to introduce our selfs and then started the class.She was friendly and had a charming laugh. Many boys started to have a crush on her and the girls were all jealous of her (burn) and our class had a beauty named Shreya she was really glamourous and was arrogant.She behaved like a queen in the class and she wanted all the attention of the boys to be given to herself,but due to the new teacher, she was like a “Candle compared to the sun”.