Ms. Carter stared at him for a couple seconds, then shook her head indisbelief and turned around. "Come in, then," she groaned. "Close thedoor."Gavi...n took a step in and closed the door behind him. He gripped onestrap of his backpack, which he held in front of his legs, with bothhands. "It's about... ancient Babylon, maybe? The cultures that livedin, uh, the lands of modern," he coughed, "Iran?"Ms. Carter shook her head again. "I don't know anything about that, Mr.Jones. That's outside my. If we were backed up in our own end we'd either go for it or I'd pooch punt.It usually didn't matter because we were so far ahead. But during the Iron Bowl against Auburn, it almost bit us on the butt. Our kicker missed two extra points and a field goal and we trailed by seven with a minute to play. I took them down the field for the touchdown with six seconds left and Coach Stuart left his offense of the field. We had no timeouts but I called a naked bootleg and sneaked across the goal line. As his fingers rotated to her now spread inner thighs, his hands would go further up the towel towards her pussy. From my point of view, I could see her gorgeous cunt and even when his finger brushed up against her vulva. Her ass flinched in response, but relaxed just as fast. He did this several times and then switched to the other side. However, each time his fingers got close to her pussy, she now took a deep breath. Yep, she was loving it. He kept this up long enough for her to begin to. “Akshay! Akshay!” I heard Ahana call my name. I knocked on my bedroom door only to find it was open. Ahana was peeping through the little-opened bathroom door. She asked me to pass the towel. I took the towel from the bed and handed it over. She thanked me and locked the door.Half of me was thinking that I did the right thing. The other half was cursing me on the missed opportunity. Then I heard the bathroom door open again. She came out with just the towel wrapped around her. I was awestruck..