Abb yeh story pe ati hoon iss ghatna se pehle mujhe school ki taraf se kaam mila jo mene sir ke bête ke sath mil kar poora karna tha ye kaam tha danc...e compition ka isme hhamne school ki eshi team teyar karni thi jo pakka isko jeet sake bcoz hamare school ke principal ko ik local school ne chelllnage kiya tha ki apki team nahi jeett payegi toh hum daily ik sath kam karte n kaafi baat hoti toh dance bhi sikhate n ik sath dance bhi karate uska naam rohit tha but mujhe unko roohit sir kehna padta. Just as quickly she was off of me, pulling up her panties (in hindsight they must have been soaked later with her own juices plus mine leaking out) and putting her dress back on. She looked at me and said, “You can never tell anyone. Now pull up your pants.” I honoured her request to never tell anyone (until now) and quickly pulled up my pants. She sat back down beside me, grabbed her beer and started chatting again as if nothing had happened.Anyway, the background went a little longer than. I was kissing her. My hands were on her boobs but I was not pressing. I was kissing slowly. Her cheeks, he neck, behind the ears. She stopped me.She- Stop please, this is leading to the wrong direction.Me- Please, don’t think me wrong, let me feel you.She- Feeling will take us to bed.Me- Can’t you control yourself?She- Can you?Me – Yes I can. I just like you. I want to have some good time with you. Nothing else.She – Is it, when this good time will end? after having me in bed.Me- No, I wont go. She always called me the "man of the house," which I loved. She was always praising me and showing me great affection with hugs and kissed. I would always curl up next to her on the couch to watch TV. She used to let me fall asleep in bed with her before carrying me off to my room. Wendy was jealous and constantly calling me a momma's boy but I didn't care. Since I was around her so much, I got to see her naked fairly often. She wasn't an exhibitionist but she had no hang up about.