“I didn’t. I was too scared to move or enjoy what was happening.”She sat back, crossed her arms, and glanced at the mirror. She looked fairly yo...ng. Probably not long out of college and training at Quantico. Of course, some of that could have stemmed from her size. It was possible I was making her mad, claiming something only women usually claimed. Her voice was steady when she asked, “What could have possibly made you that scared?”“Her father,” I said.She chuckled and glanced at Francine’s. I was embarrassed, humiliated and ashamed. After letting my mammoth erection subside, I put on only a pair of shorts and went downstairs; carefully forming the response I ought to give my former teacher. She was in the basement as she had said, getting the washing machine ready for the clothes. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry you had to see that, it won’t happen again,” I blurted out. “No, dear, it’s alright. It’s my fault for not knocking before turning up,” she replied sounding very understanding. . Maine use bathroom se niklte hi haath pakad k apni bahon main bhar liya phir main uski aankhon main dekta raha dekhte dekhte maine uske honthon pe ek jordaar kiss kar diya usne bhi mera poora response diya main samajh gaya ki baat ban jayegi but u fres u know the silly girls she was also try to shy before me but main to soch kar aaya tha ki aaj hi kaam tamaam kar dunga phir maine uski kamar mein haath dal kar uska tap upar kar diya aur use utar kar alag kar diya usne mordern type ki less wali. "The rest of that day dragged so much. Mum and Aunty T went out drinking. Mum always sleeps really well when she is drunk and by 11pm she was in her bed. She sleeps in the attic and when she's drunk i can hear her snooring. I sat watching the clock,waiting. Then at 11:40, my bedroom door quietly opened. Teresa walked in wearing a short pink satin negligee. "We have to be quiet." she said as she climbed into bed with me.She pulled back the quilt and started running the tips of her long manicured.