I tried profusely to apologize; saying I was deeply sorry, that it was an accident, to please keep this between us. She smiled sweetly, got up and wal...ed over to my desk. “Maybe you didn’t hear me,” she said as she placed her foot on the desk. “Do you like what you see?” With that she opened her legs and gave me a full on view of her sweat spot. With her legs spread, I could get a clear view of her sweat hole. Her hair was a deep, coppery red what there was of it. She had tan lines from a. Coming to the story I got a mail from unknown guy appreciating and commenting about my story on “satisfied houseswife at hyderabad iss reader” I was just thanked him, later I used to get frequent mails from the same guy named jhaleel asking about my details and procedure to meet me, I was confused at first as I was not a gay why this guy want to meet me I objected him directly by saying the same reason, the mails were stopped for about couple of weeks later I got a mail from the same guy. We talked through the wall, that hadn't changed, but now most evenings would find me at his after school. He found the untidiness of my room distracting, and since his mother worked late it was easier to relax there. We went from school to his, or out to Toast, sometimes with Toman and Mina in tow and chatted or did homework on the table in the corner. Paul gave us the run of his house afterschool, and we ended up there a few times, long slow make out sessions lying upside down on the bed which. . like a cougar who just cornered its prey... later i realized she knew exactly what she was doing...and she didnt stop thrusting the black object in and out of her pussy just yet, for it seems she was enjoying it too much to stop. in fact she started to thrust the toy faster... moaning , whimpering , as if her body had taken control of her actions and she was powerless to stop. faster, and faster, she expertly guided the missle shaped toy in and out, up and down, side to side, no thrust.