“No,” he said. “you need to stick your finger up in your fanny and do a wank.”I refused then, because that involved putting something inside m... and that’s not a reasonable request. So I told him I wouldn’t, that it wasn’t reasonable. He told me he would complain to our head teacher.The next period I got called to the office and the boy was in with the head teacher. The head asked him to tell me his complaint.So the boy went, “I asked her to use her finger and”—he almost said wank—”get herself. Mine was also craving for attention, sensing which, Sunil lowered my pants along with undies (easily due to elastic binders) and my banana sprang out hitting Sunil’s palm as a punishment for his delay. He gripped it tightly for awhile, slowly easing the pressure to caress up and down. I was wriggling in pleasure. We got relieved of our clothes and wrapped in a double sheet, our real love play started.Bus, going through the Ghat section, negotiating the hairpin bends, rendered us remain glued to. As they came free, I nearly gasped, but made sure not to, as to avoid being seen. I could not believe the beauty of those breasts. They were huge with very little sag. And her nipples and aereolas were amazing. The aereolas were about the size of a half dollar and were lightly pink. And the nipples were amazing. About half an inch long and pink, these were the most beautiful breasts that I had ever seen. After I saw those breasts, I could not help but pull my dick out and start to stroke. “What other hobbies do you have?” I finally asked.“Art. I have a good collection of paintings, mostly abstract, and some beautiful sculptures,” Eddie informed me.“Cool, I love art,” I honestly replied.“What are your further plans for the day?” he inquired.“Nothing,” I answered, before processing the question properly.“Well, come to my place and I show you around. If you behave yourself I’ll even make a barbeque,” Eddie suggested, encouragingly.As the full realization of the invitation dawned on.