There were a few people on the beach but some distance away. As soon as I saw her, my cock firmed up in my swimmers.I believe she noticed but said not...ing.“I am working on my all-over tan,” she told me. “The bikini bottoms will be next.”“Now that will be interesting,” I said.“I will be cautious, I won’t be totally naked. I can rearrange my bottom bit to make sure I can get the sun where I need it.”I hadn’t noticed when we were in the bedroom, but she didn’t have any tan lines. She had done this. As soon as the bell rang, I swiftly walked out of the school premise – before the staff and children hoarded towards the main gate. I started walking at a brisk pace towards my apartment which normally takes 15 min to reach.The ubiquitous humid and sweaty Mumbai, and the full burqa, which included the Naqab (face cover), added to my misery. Nevertheless, it didn’t waver my desperation to reach home quickly. I passed through the by-lanes of Madanpura while glancing at the street food joints. Similar to listening to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side Of The Moon while watching the Wizard of Oz except it was the an acid jazz mix CD I had made and the best of Jesse Jane. I loved watching her get fucked. Seeing her tits bounce while her pussy got pounded from behind was turning me on so much. I felt my cock getting hard so I slid my hand down and in my pants. Grabbing it tight I slowly started stroking it from the base to the tip. I felt my cock growing harder and larger the more I continued. I. ... cunt." I talked to her about the first time and how it often hurt when a girl got her cherry broken and how she would probably bleed some. I told her that if she did not want me to hurt her she could do it herself with something like a broomstick or something. "No Paul, I want you to do it. I want you to take my cherry." She kissed me long and hard on the lips. Several days later Betty told me that we were over. I apologized and begged her not to leave me. "I'm going to be with.