" He grinned and I glanced up at him. He walked over to the other side of the room, shutting the doors, closing the blinds and looked over his shoulde... at me. His smile made him look like he was eighteen, for he was in his twenties, quite young for a teacher. I put my notepad down and he grabbed my waist, bringing my close to him and he pressed his lips against mine. His warm fingers roamed up and down along my waist and sides of my stomach and my tongue found his, exploring. Then, he pushed. The next day I asked him about this and he told that he wanted my company for some more time and changed his mind and went to his friends house.As we all four are new to hyderabad, we used to go to birla mandir and other places together. One day in a hotel Raju said sorry to me as he feels like pressed my leg and I jokingly said ‘raju is not able to differenciate my leg and wood’. Ravi is also joked why you fear so much of laxmi. Raju said that he does not have any fear and tried to press my. You owe this to me. Do you like my dick, Kristine? Does it taste good? You're such a dirty little whore."Hearing him talk about his cock made her pussy painfully pulsate. She couldn't ignore her juice drenched little snatch any longer. As she moved her mouth up and down on his cock she used her other hand to lift her skirt, slide her panties to the side, and slip her fingers easily into her wet pussy. She frantically finger-fucked her pussy, pulling her hand out every few seconds to massage her. Her mother would shake her head disgustedly, in mock anger. When they were done with her, her mother would take her to the bath, bathe her and console her, that it wasn’t her fault that her daddy and brother needed to use her. “Men were just pigs that couldn’t help themselves,” her mamma told her. She knew her mamma wasn’t serious. She loved being used too. Terri knew that later that night they would tag team her mamma, and she would scream for more.Terri just smiled at the memories. Her daddy.