It turns out that Marsha had followed our example, in a way. She bought Peter some dresses of his own. But she didn't tell you, knowing you would ex...lode. I was very concerned at this aspect of it, but Marsha argued that it was better than making Peter suppress his natural desires. I had to agree, albeit reluctantly. Later on, I was persuaded to show Marsha what I looked like en femme. So I changed into lingerie and a dress, quickly did my makeup and hair, and presented myself. Marsha. I'll go right now, you'll never see me again. Please." Her large eyes looked up at me, and I felt a rush. She was only 19, I thought. Her pussy was tight and her tits firm and round. I love my job. I grabbed her hips, flipped her over, and tore off her thong. She was struggling, so I grabbed her throat and hissed "I'm warning you." She tried to cry out but my hand choked off the sound. I dropped my jeans. My cock was already rock hard - I was enjoying this. I spat on her bald twat and rubbed it. As we became regular with the tuition sessions we became friends and started knowing each other well. Our friendship started to bloom. Just like every other teenager we used to hangout together and had fun until one most fortunate day. It was the month of august and was raining very heavily. As we both were studying in the same school we decided to go home walking instead of taking a cab to home. We left from school and as we were walking towards our destination, we noticed that the streets are. She sucked my lund like she was a professional, making it hard and swallowing it deep in her mouth. “Oh, baby, this is soo nice”, she said. “Turn around and lick me now.” I was happy to oblige. Turning around on her, I came face to face with her chuut, where I came from, and began to lick and savor her delicious wetness. She tasted like cucumber melon, and I couldn’t keep from licking her. All the meanwhile she licked and sucked my hard member as I tasted and thrust my tongue and fingers deep.