“Please baby, lower. I need your mouth, those beautiful lips. I kiss the shell of his ear, “You want to control me baby?” I breathe in that voic... that drives him crazy. I slide to my knees between his denim clad thighs, leaving a trail of hot lingering kisses down his chest, abs and across his hip bones. Looking up at him, his hard cock throbbing inches from my mouth he groans “I want to feel myself inside you, every part of you”. He shifts restlessly. I lick my lips slowly, gazing up at him. I WAS GOING OUT WITH A REAL GIRL CALLED TRICIA, I HAD KNOWN HER SINCE WE WERE AT SCHOOL & I WAS ALWAYS WANKING ABOUT HER AS I USED TO SEE HER DRESSED IN HER SCHOOLGIRL UNIFORM...MMMmm SHE USED TO WEAR SUCH A LOVELY PLEATED SKIRT. AFTER WE HAD BEEN TOGETHER FO A SHORT WHILE, SHE USED TO PRICK TEASE ME SOMETHING MERCLESSLY, OCCASSIONLY WANKING ME OFF AS SHE WOULD TELL ME ABOUT MY INTEREST IN HER SCHOOLGIRL UNIFORM. SHE WOULD ALSO TELL ME ABOUT THE TIMES SHE WAS GIVEN THE CANE AT SCHOOL & DEMAND. “This is the best blouse you have made till now. Show it to Jegan,” he said.I was shocked to hear what he said. Raja actually encouraged my mother to come close to me to show off the blouse she made while she was wearing it. A parrot green blouse which coincidentally matched the dark green sari she wore that day. It was a low-cut sleeveless blouse that fit tight around her bust, showed off a huge cleavage.Amma was so embarrassed that she looked away while she showed off her body to me. I was. Slowly, he returned to the white throne, taking his seat. In a moment, a lovely young girl was kneeling before him, offering him a gold cup. Quickly, he quaffed down the cool wine, then closed his eyes.Immediately, his dream changed. It was night now, but light from the stars and moon was shining through the wide windows, filling the room with a soft glow. He was on his bed, really several thick carpets and soft pillows arranged in a pile on the floor. With him - under him - was the young girl.