She simply said, “I understand,” not being at all critical of me for this, and instead offering some kind words of encouragement and much comfort....he said, “It’s really okay, Steven. The second time is always better. It will be much, much better, you’ll see.”We continued lying there side-by-side while she continued caressing me and gently getting me up into another impressive hard-on and then giving me a soft-‘n-slow hand massage, with a truly remarkable blow job to follow, the best I could. He slowly buried his cock inside me until I felt his balls slap against my thighs. I hadn't planned on being fucked in the ass that day and had not prepared. I guess I just happened to be clean because he began fucking me enthusiastically, grabbing me by the hip and pulling my hair at the same time. There was no indication of smell or leakage other than lotion oozing down my ass crack and balls. He pistoned his cock into me for some time as I felt my own orgasm starting to build. Sebastian. PE is required, and even if it weren't, I couldn't in good conscience cost you your physical fitness just because you happen to be too gifted to fit the uniforms” “ But Ma'am, I am physically fit. I play Soccer and kick-box and run.” I folded my arms beneath the heavy J-cups. “Hm. I'll be the judge of that. Take your shirt off.” Crossing his arms and reaching to his sides he pulled the baggy, ugly sweatshirt off, slowly revealing a magnificent 12 back of abs, chiseled. The story happened in January when I had gone to Coochbehar for a week’s time to meet with my relatives. This was my first trip there after getting a job in Kolkata so it was coming after nearly 3 years. As a result, all my aunts, uncles and brothers were terribly excited to see me. I got showered with gifts, fattened up with delicious Bengali cooking (courtesy my grandmother) and in general had a blast. On the 3rd day, I got an invitation from Sona Masi (my aunt’s name is Sona Bhattacharjee).