I don’t want to spoil your lifeI :yar what there in this if you want we can be together for some timeShe: yarrrrrrrI :what yarrr?She: nothingI: wha...t nothing? do you really like me or love me?She: both of them yarI: then why can’t we leave together?She: silent for two minutesI: what happened madam? Why so silent?She: don’t know what to say?I: why you don’t know okay let’s see the present what you say?She: hmmm. kI:only ok huh?She: what else do you need?I: nothing and I started my car to her. They seem to like me, too. In fact, part of me is seriously tempted to try to lure at least one or two of them into bed with my jailbait self.The only reasons that I haven’t so far are that it could be perceived as leverage for some kind of blackmail on my part and it would perhaps turn me from a teacher’s pet into a mortal enemy of them. Perhaps I’ll just wait and seduce them when I’m eighteen instead. I’m not sure. Time enough to decide on that.In any case, I’ve got some new friends. That is. Eyes still closed I inventory. His naked front to my nightgowned back. His cheek resting on my hair fanned over the pillows, a fragrant silken pillow case. His breath warm and moist on my neck, I hear it speed slightly as his excitement brings him to full awakening. Bodies pressed closely, shoulders to knees, pressing me to sit in his lap as we lay in our bed. His right arm draped around my waist, keeping me close, corseting me as his fingers tuck underneath between mattress and my curves.. Always wears saree at home. The story is somewhat long please bear with me. My mami along with her family lives in a village. I used to visit my mams house every summer during holidays. (in the pretext of visiting my grandparents) but actual reason was to be with my mami.Their main source of income is agriculture.She used to be jovial n casual with me. I always used to touch her in pretext of something. Once i have seen her boobs when she has bent down to sweep the floor. I immediately got a.