Papa: Are maine bataya na, skirt wale dresso mein.Main unke lund ki poori lambaayi ko neeche se upar chaat kar boli: Woh to pata hai aur mere paas wai...se kapde bhi bohut hai. Par unme se kaonsi?Papa: Hmmm jo choti ho. Jaise tumhari purani school ki uniform ki skirt thi.Main: Oh, woh kyu?Papa sharmaane lage to main unke lund par apni daant ragadti hui boli: Kyu?Papa: Ahhh… woh… woh usme bohut akarshak dikhti ho tum.Main lund ko apne muh mein lekar sar hilati hui chooskar bahar nikali aur poochi:. The days until her next lesson seemed to drag interminably and I eagerly looked forward to our next lesson with more than a little trepidation and, I freely admit, I masturbated several times whilst developing what she had done into an elaborate, erotic fantasy. It had been a long week with me focusing, surreptitiously, on the breasts of every young woman I had in the car, and comparing them to Lucy. When Thursday evening finally came around, I drove to Lucy's apartment with all the nervous. Then, he opened the back door, reached in and picked up a blanket, and we walked across to the middle of the lawn. I realized what he planned and, honey, I was surprised and more excited than I can tell you. He spread the blanket and I just lay down on my back, completely naked in the open and, boy, was I ready! He undressed and came down beside me and I loved it. It was the first time that he had been completely naked with me, and that just added an additional thrill to an unbelievable. ”“I know which car is yours. I see it every week now.........”“So you have been peeping me out?..........”“Of course......You're a handsome man..........”I just giggled like the school girl Brad wasn't.....Well we continued this flirtatious jogging and small talking for the next couple of months, me knowing Brad was in high school and had to wait until he was legal before I made my move. Brad was as effervescent as any girl I had known, and wasn't ashamed of being gay. I learned a lot about.