Vidya, was our schools beauty. Taking maths for classes between 10 and 12, she was the center of attention for all pubescent boys. Raging hormones, me...nt that everyone used to be calculating how to fuck her , rather doing maths sums. To describe her, she was fair, correct height, wore spectacles, had a round face, and a perfectly curvaceous body. she often wore nice cotton sarees, which complemented her structure and colour. She was a homely looking lady, wearing flowers and a holy mark on her. Her eyes were still closed and she imagined the presence of Reddy with her, and imagined him playing with her breasts, and vagina. Slowly and gradually she was pushing herself closer to a climax and soon felt the need for something more than just a rub on the clit.She needed a cock, a thick cock, that too of her imaginary lover. She kept her eyes closed, imagining Reddy bringing her down and readying for a fuck. Slowly she slid down to sit on the floor, with her legs still wide open she used. “Oh wow!” she panted. There was no longer any doubt. They had seen each other. Everyone froze in place and stayed motionless, except for their heavy breathing, for what seemed like ages. Paul felt riveted to the floor, unable to stop staring at Linda’s naked body, impaled on his best friend, and unable to stuff his erection back inside his pants. Linda stared at Paul, and wished she could stare at his cock some more, in better light, up close. The thought of Paul being present and witness to. He came up beside the wagon and looked through the side window at me. I let my head fall back on the floor of the wagon, but I looked sideways at him and caught his eyes. They were definitely angry. I was still trying to catch my breath. I could feel Crockett’s cum running out of my pussy, warm and gooey, and I took a deep breath. I loved the feeling of being freshly fucked, but I knew the storm was coming. Okay, time to face the music. I rolled over and reached for my clothes, but all I could.