“Oh yes Mrs. Wheeler. I would like you to teach me how to be a good lover. I would like that very much.” Ben replied; he could hardly hide his eag...erness. “You will have to call me Margaret. Mrs. Wheeler sounds so formal. I would love to teach you to be a good lover. It will take a practice though. Now Ben, I want you to eat my pussy. Kiss my pussy then slowly work your tongue into me.” Ben did as he was told. Margaret explained how she liked her pussy kissed, fingered and eaten. How she liked. Then one of those boys said "look at her boobs guys she is gorgeous slut.the slut is gorgeous and her boobs are very big boobs"it made me feel ashamed because many people were inside cafe.but I ignored their comments.because I know my boobs are big from c***dhood and it can't be hidden.my saree was wet and my boobs were also wet it was very cold because of air conditioner inside.later I walked away from that place it was very shameful to listen those comments.i started to walk towards bus. ’ while running my index finger up and down his throbbing member. He told me to lie down which I did. I spread my legs, put my hands down and spread my lips and said to him ‘Come and get it honey.’ The look on his face told me that I had hit whatever spot I needed to hit with that request and he pulled me down a bit and he put his cock right by the opening. I slid down to meet him and we both moved forward at the same time and with great timing I threw my legs completely around him and pulled. Everyone wants to escape from her. I started to maintain distance with her and dealt professionally with her. No flirting.After a few months, I married and took a good flat near my office. Later I come to know that Lavanya is staying in the same building with her husband I stay on the 4th floor, and she stays on the top 14th-floor. Since we both work for France clients, we log in at 2 pm and log out at 11.One weekend, my wife and I went to Lonavala and spent time in an expensive hotel. My wife.