We were working on our homework when, rather audaciously, Sam blurted out, "Hey, Tryn. You ever wonder what belongs down there."This mere comment made...me blush. I mean, we'd learned all about what a vagina was in sex-ed in, like, fourth grade. Sam had gone through one of those "Sex is a big no-no" programs that was sponsored by the government, so all she'd been taught about down there by that point was pretty much where blood comes from once a month. Oh, no, I'm rambling again, aren't. 2 months after this incident remya was caught by her colleagues for having sex with school’s security officer and also heard a romour that half of the senior batch students(previous year) who were in her class had studied her pussy with their tools.Also the faculty who reported about her ,complained because days before remya was caught from the faculty’s house with her husband.Totally the ramya is a slut!!! She is also our senior’s first sex teacher,we didnt had any luck to study about her. I gasped for air, desperately trying to get oxygen back to my brain so that I could push him over the same edge that I had just fallen over head first. I pulled off of him, whimpering quietly at the loss of his member within me. I suddenly felt so open, so stretched, and so empty. I needed him desperately, feeling the air hit my pussy, and not his warm skin caused me to almost cry. A moment before we had been one person, and now we were two once again.I had to focus on the task at hand, helping. As my tip exited him, Kerry widely opened his mouth and licked around my glans with his long, wet tongue. The first time he did it, I nearly fainted. Meanwhile, Kerry’s left hand pistoned up and down my shaft just ahead of his lips. Now, I had had a number of women give me blowjobs in my past, but this was the part they never were able to – or, in most cases, were interested in – mastering. But Kerry’s technique far surpassed anything I had previously experienced. I closed my eyes and.