I just couldnt help myself. I had tried over the last month, with our twice a week visits to get more details about the teacher or the encounter with ...her fathers friend Ian, but she never got specific about him. She was willing to talk about the two guys from school she had been with but her stories were so un-detailed. She shied away from specifics in every way to the point I got very frustrated. It was selfish but I was tired about fantasizing about her and her teacher from the first visit we. ” she explained.I smiled at her naivety and said, “Pump it just a few times and then, at the base of it, squeeze and milk it up.”She squeezed the sides and I had to stop her. “Look, picture a straw inside and you’re squeezing it to push the liquid up.” and saw her nod in understanding, “Now, that straw is on the back side so when you milk it, squeeze the back of it with your thumb.”She started over, pumping it a few times. But this time, she kept her thumb on the back and slowly milked it. My parents were out for 1 week to Mumbai when this occurred I was asked by my sis to sleep with her as she was feared of that somebody made a sound in her balcony she was wearing a black knickers were thighs can be easily seen with no panties and a vest top with two buttons opened with no bra inside and nipples pointed out. me wearing whiteVest and a towel wrapped beneath as my all shorts was send to laundry for washing initially both by hands behind my head with arm pit opened I have lush. The short drive back to the cabin, was filled with an erotic energy. Both of them knew that tonight was the night that would change both of their lives, forever. He spoke first. "Nervous?" Just a little," she admitted shyly. "I want you to know, I'm clean. I had a full battery of blood tests on my last check up, no hepatitis, no HIV. I've never had an STD." He told her this, as in this day and age one could never be too careful. She blushed, "Um, thank you. I'm clean too. We have to.