How do you interpret it? I tell you all about it over and over but you somehow manage to shrug it off every time. Yet my eyes barely close and I smell... your luscious female heat as my mind pictures your dark weeping cave. Sometimes it’s very hairy with your natural juices making the thick dark pad of hair all moist and sticky and tantalizingly fragrant. Other times, even before you told me you began shaving down there last year, it’s been smooth, naked and bare, a beckoning set of thick, pink. I watched fascinated as the assistant started rubbing his hands further and further up Debbie’s legs. She had her eyes closed and was clearly enjoying the attention she was getting. What surprised me more than anything was that this is not what Debbie is normally like.I was mesmerised at the sight. I stared at what was happening, he had lifted Debbie’s skirt way up onto her lap and had parted her legs. Her plain satiny panties were clearly visible and he was rubbing his hands higher and higher. Maine teacher ki aur dekha to wo chai bana rahi thi. Main picchese unki ass dekh raha tha. Itne me wo sofe ke niche se kuch nikalne ke liye jhuk gayi…. Ohhh kya gajab ka nazara tha wo. Main to hairan ho gaya , unke dono boobs dekh ke mere aankhe fati ki fati rah gayi aur muh khula ka khuka rah gaya. Achanak unhone meri tarf dekha to wo gussa ho gayi aur boli kya dekh rahe ho? Main kuch nahi bola. Fir unhone chai di aur mere bagal me aake baith gayi.Maine chai khatam ki aur padhai ke bare me. And, even though I’m not sure that I needed more alcohol, the spicy, slightly-sweet Gewürztraminer that she served with it was also delicious.I must confess that when I woke on Saturday morning, my head was a tad fuzzy and my mouth was rather dry. I put it down to the long train journey.When I went downstairs in search of a glass of water, Mrs Hattersley was already there. ‘Ah, William. How did you sleep?’‘Umm … pretty well – I think. To be honest, I.