The candy striped stockings were still there, with a small lacy garter on each leg, but now they entered into patent leather, high-heeled, platformed ...oots, all shiny and freshly polished the night before. She had on arm warmers, a deep red, two latex bands around her upper arms, and a thin string acting as a choker, wrapping around her beautiful neck several times. To carry things around, she had a silk sash around her waist. It was a long, light piece of fabric, folded in half so she could. Mentally kicking myself I thought of something else, I didn’t know her last name, and I never told her mine. So much for quick thinking! Game Plan The following week found me back on the same bus pulling into the same driveway leading to Bellman Center. Forty-eight horny freshmen once again were looking to correct their condition. I was looking for Linda. No last name and no phone number. The bus stopped and there she was. She didn’t wave or anything, she just waited for me to get off the bus.. I grabbed an ice cube from the tray she put them in and popped it into my mouth. I went down from her tits and caressed them passionately. She moaned from the feeling of ice on her body. I loved hearing her moan so I started to make my way south. As I went down I made sure to give little cold kisses all the way down her body. She shivered from the touch of cold. I ended up near her pussy, but stopped there and pulled her up. She straddled my hips and started to lower herself on my dick. I. Beena: Remya would be doing her work on the living room table. We shouldn’t disturb her. I sat next to her and she started teaching me.That day, I wore my pants a bit lower to my waist exposing the elastic on my underwear saying “JOCKEY” out loud. And I purposefully wore a tight t-shirt that barely reached till my waistline.In between the class, I raised my hand as if I was stretching and exposed my underwear and abdomen to my milf teacher. I saw her taking a peek when I faked closing my eyes.