"I blinked in confusion and watched her head back into the house, her red heels clacking on the pale green marble of the foyer. I shrugged and started...after her. I'd find out what was going on faster this way.The interior of the house was subdued and elegant with high ceilings and a light, subtle blue color to the walls. A wide set of stairs with a dark, highly polished banister swept up to the second floor. The large room just off the foyer was carpeted in a tasteful green and was deep enough. .”“I wouldn’t say all girls are like that,” Mr. Thomas says. And he is probably right, from his point of view. He really has never noticed any of his students looking at him in any way. And it wasn’t until Jasmine came to him after school that one day. But of course she had caught his eye long before that.“You’re not in boys are you?” the old man asks abruptly.“Excuse me?” the young teacher asks.“You know a homosexual?” the man continues. “You’re not into them boy students, are you?”“No,. His body odor was horrendous and he smelled of the streets and alcohol on top of that. His mouth was so filthy, but yet I was unable to push him away as he kissed my lips. I cringed as his tongue slid between my lips and I didn’t have the energy to push him away as his hand slid down to find my moist, exposed and well used twat. My labia were still swollen and slippery with cum as his fingers eased in and he pumped me with three of his digits. It felt good but I was disgusted with his hygiene. It was a moment of realization for her as she began feeling the sensations building up in her body, just after letting her breasts teased by a woman much older. She struggled hard gauging the undercurrent of emotions that streamed through her body as Amba continued paying her attention to her breasts. In all likelihood, Amba might be trying this for the first time in her life but she seemed to know what she was doing. Tulsi felt somewhat relieved as Amba eventually stopped teasing her breasts.