Her legs were spread slightlyto catch the sun, exposing her pudenda to the world, glistening withsweat, oil or, who knew, maybe arousal. All body hair... below the waisthad been removed, as was the custom on Sappho except among the morereligious in Stein."Could you please put some oil on my back, Debbie?" She turned overslowly and lay face down, snuggling comfortably into a thick towel.I shrugged. "Sure." I found the bottle by her head in the sun andsqueezed some in the crevasse of her spine. She. I started admiring her beauty rather than listening to her teaching. She used to wear churidar and occasionally jeans and shirt. Her curves could be seen clearly in that dress. We were in 12th.She turned 18 that year and her boobs had grown which was very large. I used to masturbate thinking of her boobs.One day after the tuition, while studying hindi,her boobs was showing off in the tight pink t-shirt she was wearing.She used to smell great. I could not control myself. I placed my lips on hers. But Shannon didn’t think Nana had ever seen anyone as imposing as this person appeared to be. The shadow turned to leave as she opened the door and called out, ‘Hello’. The figure turned at her voice with a scowl on his face. ‘I wondered where the hell you were!’ he growled at her. ‘I beg your pardon?’ Shannon exclaimed. The man was taller than she had imagined. Standing well over six foot, he towered above her as he climbed back onto the front veranda. The tight fitting jeans he wore. She had parked as near as she could to her destination. Hopefully this time she would be able to hear her car alarm in time to see who had given her the free paint job. She doubted it though. She checked the power lines--the sneakers hanging there indicated that the area was still controlled by Maria Salvatrucha. Well, at least their taggers were a bit more artistic than the Temple Street gang.She locked up her car as well as she could and made her way to the last known residence of her.