I ignored him.I kept my head down in class, I focussed on my work. He always was looking at me -- not much at first, but then more and more, probably ...nsure of why I was suddenly ignoring him, relieved but somehow disappointed that I had lost my fascination with him.All men are that way. You get them hard once, you show them you know what you are doing, they wuss out on you and then when you dump them, they come crawling back and beg for more.What's worse, I got As on my tests and papers. He. "Ha, you like Indian arse but don't like Indian food, is that it?" laughed Chavvi."Well yes, I suppose, sorry," replied an embarrassed Michael."I can cook other stuff, I might have to bend over in the frozen food aisle at the supermarket though," giggled the very happy Chavvi."Yes well be careful when you bend over because you never know who might be watching," replied Michael."So you will come for dinner and stay the night?" asked Chavvi."Love to, I will bring some wine is that ok?" replied. He licked at her, his tongue rubbing the hard clit nub, then sending her crazy by flicking it from side to side before pushing his tongue up inside her and making noises as he blew in to her; she squealed and gyrated her body rushing towards another climax, his fingers thrust up her driving her over the top.She again spurt her juice but he didn't stop finger fucking her, her hands went to stop him but there was no let up in her body, he pushed her hands away and carried on, her body jumped and. Also, Sonia never wore a skirt or dress. Most of the time, she wore oversized T-shirts and baggy pants. Sometimes, she'd wear a hoooded sweatshirt and sweat pants or nylon jogging suits. She never wore tight clothes. All of her clothes fit loosely, not showing any curves on her body. The only things visible were her breasts and butt. Now her butt wasn't huge, but it was enough got the kids to call her Bertha Butt or just plain Bertha. Besides her red wine hair, Sonia's tan complexion and.