Early last summer I had noticed a group of Indian students who arrived, no matter the weather, to play cricket (that English, Australian, South Africa..., West Indian and of course Indian sport maybe most close to baseball for USA readers). For Indians, it is almost a religion and National team stars are more revered than Movie or Pop idols.Anyway, I had noticed that their enthusiasm was 10000% but skill level and technique was 15%. After a couple of weeks of passing by I could no longer bear it. The rod crashed into a skull with a resounding thud.Alphonso rolled to one side, and the figure beneath him stood. Hove gazed at Jane open-mouthed. "Thank you, most helpful..." I had to, there is something wrong. And he is the cause of it." Jane pointed a dispassionate finger at the slumped professor."You are correct, will you attend to the others while I check on Ned?"Jane nodded, and returned to the others who cowered in fear having seen their master felled.Hove ran over to Ned and proceeded. . I'll be gentle, I promise.”“Oh gosh… Ok… Gentle!” she requested.“Sure… Don't move!”I put more lube on my right index finger and introduced it deep inside once again. This time, I went deeper, and again, I knew she was in ecstasy. I took my finger out, grabbed my dick and started to rub her hole, gently. I told her to bend more, and so she did. Then, I pushed my cock inside, slowly, very slowly. She moaned. I got to introduce my dick a little bit more, and more, until she groaned. I knew she. You stand naked in front of your full length mirror. You are pleased with your reflection, your still wet hair forms a halo around your face, Your big brown eyes look back at you and your gaze wanders down the reflection of your body. The creamy smooth skin of your shoulders and chest slopes down to your protruding breasts, soft and round and milky white, emphasising the darker nipples at the point of each breast. your eyes follow to your waist, nicely slim, then the slight bulge of your.