Around Amara's neck was a long (very long) multi coloured silk scarf wrapped around her neck once and the two ends dangling to below the hem of her mi...i skirt."Good morning Mr. Jones," said Amara, breaking off from shaking my hand. "The professor has told me all about you and I'm looking forward to working with you in Kumar."The professor then said his goodbyes and left Amara who was allocated from the Kumar School of Law to take me through some cultural differences between our two. ‘I’m nervous as hell,’ she told me before she left my house. ‘That’s perfectly normal.’ ‘But it’s not very good for me, is it?’ ‘Yes, it is. I’d be more worried if you weren’t nervous. Being nervous will get the adrenaline pumping, and that will keep you alert and on top of your game.’ ‘If you say so.’ ‘I do say so. Now remember what I’ve told you. The exam is three hours long, that’s one hundred and eighty minutes. With a hundred marks on the paper, that’s over a minute and a half per mark.. Before moving ahead I am elaborating her dress. She was in light pink transpired kurti on the upper side and her bra was also visible on the lower side she was wearing knicker which was very short or may be said that if it could not be jeans it was a pantie sbout her body, she was having good assets round butts, fucking ass, good cunt.Thought not seen till that time, curvy body but her boobs were not fully developed or say good suckable tits. I sit down on sofa in drawing room. She also sat in. A challenge in the way other females, girls my own age, weren’t. They’d feign resistance, but really they were just as keen for a bit of fun as I was. And none of them were remotely as dirty as Emily was on that tape. I lost interest in every bit of skirt but Emily.And then opportunity struck. I was in the kitchen one Wednesday morning fixing breakfast when Emily appeared. We said our good mornings, and then Emily began going on about how Hodges was ill, and how there were things in the garden.