She smiled sadly as she left the room. The pleasure was empty and fleeting. ("I miss the weith of another person against me. The touch and smell," she...explains. "Masturbation is a poor substitute.") I now was in the position to rid her of that emptiness and take my father's place as a superior lover. Whenever he did fuck her (not make love) it was usually adriot and without passion and he seemed to do it merely as an obligation. "I want to make you happy," I said, my lips grazing her cheek. . Par fir socha yaar ye to meri mami hai fir ghar chala aaya. Aur unki dusari biwi muzse bhi chhoti hai.Mai abhi 21 complete hu. Aur wo 18 ki hai. Shaadi ki kuch din baad mai mama ke ghar jata to tha. Par mami se baat nahi karta tha. Aur koi topic bhi nahi rehta tha baat ke liye. Par dhire dhire hum hi se baat ki shuruwat karne lage. Aur hum dono me achchi friendship ho gayi. Muze 2-3 dino me usse milne jane laga. Fir ek din mai mama ke ghar gaya to ghar me mami tv pe gane sun rahi thi. Fir mai. “I’ll be there at four o’clock sharp.”At the appointed hour, I stood before the door to the teacher’s lounge. I was feeling the tingle of arousal at the thought of the “education” I was to receive from Master Eddings. He had such large hands, and such a handsome face. I knocked timidly, and heard the voice of Master Eddings answer.“Come in, Miss Gringsworth.”I opened the door, and was surprised to see, not only Master Eddings, but several other of my teachers, and several more whom I did not. I asked for a sandwich and tea, hoping to calm dad down, which he did, he was never a man with a temper. After some food he chatted away as normal and said we could maybe try rebel at home, but only if mum agreed, and that the first sign of rebel even trying to bite anyone, then he was gone, I agreed to this making all sorts of promises to walk, train, and bathe him, dad laughed and said ye ye we will see how long that will last. When dad spoke to mum she was happy enough about it, so next day.