Emerson was our English teacher and we were studying poetry…studying anything was hard for me, but poetry? That was extra hard. It was a time when ...lots of things were hard and confusing…there were my parents, my friends, my studies and…(whisper)…boys and lots of them…boys made us girls giggle and titter and lots of whispers about naughty things like sex and fucking. We couldn’t say that word out loud of course. Another such word was cunt. We could say most anything else but those two. My wife came back after a long while and then I knew she had masturbated there locked inside of the bathroom.She looked relaxed; but then she jumped when the doorbell rang.Ana seemed a little shocked when I opened the door and let my new friend Jeremiah coming in. But being a little lit from several margaritas, Anita said that she would do whatever I wanted. She was smiling as she greeted the huge black man, Jeremiah tried to introduce himself to Anita, but she said she did not want even to. “Now.”Linda looked up from her seat. She could feel a small bit of moistness forming between her legs at her mother’s command. She let her fingers slide under her panties, feeling her smooth shaven lips then looked away embarrassed as she slowly slid her hands up under her skirt and pulled her cotton pink panties down to her knees.The cool air rushing up her skirt sent a shiver into her. She sat down and reached to get her panties off of her feet, placing them on the table in front of. Here’s my email id for feedback, So coming to the story, my cock was bursting because of her pussy smell. Then I caught her saree pleats, in between my teeth and started pulling it out of her petticoat slowly. She could feel her saree being pulled out slowly. These kind of sensations aroused her a lot. So I pulled her saree pleats out of her petticoat and then untucked the remaining saree, around her hips with my hands. I caught her hips, squeezed it and then caught the hem of her petticoat..