Rajma Katha, about 33; was also from India. Being a good student, she always sat in the front row in Sir Katha’s class. She was not only a good stud...nt but also very sex crazed and being so lucky to have met an Indian, so far away from home was like a dream come true for her. While she took notes with one hand, her other hand always massaged her clitoris in the short skirt she wore and raised it up without a regard, if she was showing the scene to Sir Katha, who stood up on the podium in front. "Hey, Linda", he said, giving me a warm hug. "Hey, Mikey", I said, a little too casually, I suppose. A broad smile appeared on Mike's face. "This is Greg, my fiancee. Greg, this is Mike." The two shook hands and eyed each other up. I couldn't help but laugh to myself. Mike put his hand on my back and guided me into the foyer. As I looked around, I called for Greg to come to me, which he did obediently. He took my hand in his, as he knew was the rule, and the three of us toured the stately old. “This should shake things up a bit, then she will be mine.” She was about to say something else when Mr. Kallin walked in. Which signaled the end of her blackmail.I met up with Snow in the hall. I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her deeply. When we broke apart, Snow said, “You’re a good kisser. Wanna go out sometime. The guy I’m with now is cheating on me.” I shook my head. “She showed you the picture?” Snow pulled out her phone and showed me the picture Carla sent her. She started to play. I reached out and felt the still warm mahogany. I blush to admit it, but to my shame, I kissed the toilet seat, knowing that her naked, womanly bottom had, only minutes earlier been in contact. Disgusted with myself, I shook my head and began the task in hand.There was a much bigger area of grouting to refurbish than I expected and it took almost two hours to complete. However, I was happy with the result, tidied up and turned to leave. Then I saw them. A pair of the most exquisite, wispy.