“Semen? What is that?” She asked.“That is the fluid that actually needed to make babies if that goes in to your pussy.”“Oh really, I did not...know that. I thought it was just sex. Can you show me your semen Tito? She requested what I was expected from her.“OK since we are not going to have sex, your hands will serve like a pussy with my penis inside. So as it is getting squeezes and slide that will help me release my semen. But since your hands is not as good as Mitch hands yet I will guide you. .. Geeta Singh Anant.” He asked, “What’s your age?” I said, “T ... T ... Twenty-one.” He asked, “Married?” On which I just nodded my head. He asked, “How much time before you got married?” I said, “One and a half months ago.” He kept his one hand on my left thigh and pressed it. He said, “Wow then you pussy must be too tight, good.” I nearly jumped off the seat but didn’t try to remove his hand from my thigh. He pressed my thighs few times and said, “Solid, Nice one.” He paused for few seconds. Once again she wondered what they would think if they knew just how their unassuming and ladylike English teacher had learned to tie those knots! She worried a bit that some parents would guess that particular secret, but there was no way any of them would reveal their own knowledge of such things. And then there were the many of them who had tried much too hard to offer their condolences since Lucy’s wedding — perhaps they would prefer to imagine just what Patti would do if she could get near. Melissa gazed at him, her eyes large and fluid. ‘I…I needed that so badly!’ she whispered. ‘How…how did you know? But…but what about you? Don’t…don’t you want to…to…’ Mitch kissed her softly. Then he rolled on top of her and felt her spread her legs as he did. ‘I want you, very much!’ he said. ‘You can’t imagine how much!’ He grasped his rigid cock, guided it to her still-wet opening, then he slowly lowered his hips, forcing his blood-engorged rod into her, finding her channel surprisingly.