She slapped my hands away. "I can do it, thank you. Go sit over there." She nodded toward an upholstered chair. I sat, well stimulated and steadily ha...dening. I crossed my legs and enjoyed the show.She undressed quickly and without pretense, stripping herself to her skin with her back to me, painted a pale yellow by the lamp. I admired her shape and smoothness, her long legs, rounded ass, deep spine and good shoulders in the faint lamplight. Her cunny hid in her buttocks' shadow. She shrugged a. " Roger, that was Kyra and Mark!" Yeah. How could such a thing happen?" I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Well it's a shock and Mark was a friend." But Kyra -- you and she..." I told you. That was more like a job; it didn't mean anything. I'm sorry that anyone had to die like that though. It seems a shame when she was, they both were, so young." I don't know if you're brave or heartless." If it were your family you'd realise I wasn't heartless. Kyra and Mark were okay but their father was everything. The next day, I skipped practice and waited for her. She needed help with carrying some papers and I helped her. Eventually, Shriya ma’am and I became close and we both enjoyed each other’s company.One day, we had practices in the evening and it was almost 7 pm and while I was walking in the corridor, I saw somebody in the class. When I peeped, I saw it was Shriya ma’am. She was grading the papers. She was happy to see me and she asked me to come in!Suddenly, it started raining. I sat on a desk. I look towards you, sat by the fire playing with yourself. I smile slightly as I see the light from the fire bouncing off of your moist head. You beckon me towards you with your finger. I pause for a second before moving towards you. I stand in front of you, teasing to remove my dressing gown. Your tongue begins to move over your lips as my naked breasts begin to appear. You just love my pretty, brown nipples; you always have done. With a blush I open the rest of my gown, letting you see my.