Now I asked him to move to my armpits. He seemed surprised but obeyed. My armpits were sweating and he sniffed it and seemed to enjoy my aroma. I had ...kept them waxed and his tongue worked all over them giving me ticklish feeling. While he was enjoying my armpits, I noticed his hairy chest was brushing against my boobs. I was enjoying it and I don’t know how it felt for him as my nipples were really hard by then. He brushed his chest against them many times while relishing on my armpits.After. Some of the boys were also looking at her, but for some reason she didn't respond to any of their looks.She just gave me mischievous look for a split second and then moved on to teaching the class. While teaching, she has a habit of walking through the rows of desks so that she can make sure everyone is paying attention. I always sit in the last bench and when she is walking back I had a great view of her cute ass swiveling from one side to the other. (At this age in my life, I didn't develop. Par unhone bhavi aur bachhe ko delhi ghumane ki jimmewari mujhe de di aur raatke train se nikal gaye. Aab yea mere liye ek anokha mouka tha par bhavi ke sarmile pan ke karn main unke karib nahi aaparaha tha. Usdin raat ko bhaya ko chod jab main wapas lauta to bhavi mere kichen main khana bana rahithi.maine kapde change kiye aur aapna laptop leke kam karne ke bahane bhavi wale room main chala gaya .mez pe aapna laptop Bed pe dekha to bhavi ke kapde pade the . Unka salwar kaphi lamba tha aur. She continued speaking, her voice low and serious. ‘I’m not what you would call ‘a normal person’, which is an expression I dislike just as much as its companion ‘a special person’, but still there are worse words that can be used: different, strange, weird, fundamentally flawed…’ she said before throwing a quick, crooked smile my way. ‘Every society sets the rules for these so called ‘normal persons’, simple rules that it’s very easy for most people to adapt to, the social and legal norms..