“No.” “Why don’t you look at me then?” “Because I am much older than you, and it wouldn’t be appropriate.” “Bull shit. I am a wom...n, and you are a man, it’s normal to look.” Before I had a chance to answer, she put her soft warm hand on my cheek and turned my face towards her. My eyes went down, zooming in on her boobs and then down to her legs. “Yes, look at me, take me in, I know you want me,” she whispered, her face close to my ear. Her other hand slid up my thigh and rested on my. You made promises to them you had no rights to make so now you can just go and unmake them.”“Paul, don’t be so fucking miserable all your life. I’m throwing girls at you, and you are turning them down. Is that normal?”“No,” said Jem and Mark together. I shot them a stern look but they both sat there with grins a mile wide. Sure, they were good mates, but when it came to this, they were a couple of arseholes.“This is because of last night, isn’t it? The little bitch talked you into being her. It was an inexpressible moment. I was going to cum and I told her. She said ki apne aunty ko apna maal nai pilaoge… I came inside her mouth and she sucked it hard and dint even leave a drop of my semen. Now as my penis was limping I came over her and pulled her saree aside. I removed her saree meanwhile she was arching and stretching her body sexily. I opened her bra and started smelling it. It felt awesome. I haven’t taken such a smell in my life. I threw it aside. I was astonished seeing her. I’d forgotten that I was still in elementary school, so most of our schooling was still handled by a single teacher. Mrs. Wilson rang some bells for me, but not enough that I could remember much about her. All I remembered for certain, was that she was a rock hound and had brought samples in to class, occasionally. It soon became apparent that she would be an ally in my quest to move to junior high school. Despite having taught for more than 20 years she was still very involved with trying to.