“C’mon,” I said, “I’ve got an idea.” She got off me. I pulled my dick in, but left my zipper down. Taking her by the hand I led her into t...e garden, which provided a bit of cover from the path. The students were growing beans, and the stalks came up to about mid-chest level. She got down on her hands and knees. I got behind her and started pounding her doggy style. Her cut was sopping wet. She was so slick I had to be careful not to get carried away and slide out. Her moaning was getting. My suspicions were reinforced by Sir Bristow's florid countenance and breathlessness as he stood up from his desk to welcome us."Remarkable girl, Ngoya," he said as the tall negress left the office. "Remarkable. It is a revelation how some of the girls from the colonies understand so much better what is needed around the office than some English girls." He turned towards me with a smile. "But, of course, with your methods we might change that, mightn't we?" You know of my work?" I was. I want to touch them, feel them, but hesitate. Aneesha notices, takes one of my hands, and presses it firmly against one of her melons of soft flesh.I moan softly to which she smiles and say, “Do you like it?”I just move my head up and down.Silently Aneesha takes of my shirt and then she takes a step back to watch me from top to bottom. Her eyes run over my chest and I am like “I hope she likes what she sees” ;p.Aneesha smiles and steps forward again bends over and wraps her lips over my. You can’t make this shit up, either! Anyway, I used to get pissed-off for weird-ass reasons, Dan can explain that as one of my exes, but no more of that. I never did let actual extracurricular fun per se upset me too much. I grew up in Chicago among Cubans, Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, etc. I didn’t exactly miss the memo that men and women both fuck around. I just got upset when something really important to me didn’t happen quite as I planned it,” Mireya reminded us as she gave all three of us a.