"Very nice," she said "but I'm finished and in no mood to give you a mouth job. You can go back to jerking off yourself." Poor Rahul's face fell. "But..... I thought you liked me and you promised me blowjob if I eat your pussy, Isha" he said. "I like you, but..." the teasing bitch Isha cruelly as she dressed, "as a good pussy eater and nothing else. But there's no way I'm returning the favour for you. If it got out that I sucked a loser like you, I would be the laughing stock in the college.. You really needs your head over there.And now she moved a bit top.So now her boobs were in my face.Now she pressed boobs on me.And was not able to breath.After some minutes she just took my hands and placed it in her pussy.As I was 1st time I slowly moved my hand over her pussy.She was moaning aaahhh .. Aahhaah.I tire hard to insert my middle finger completely into her pussy but it was tight.Now I was completely fingering her and she was screaming in pain.Then she was kissing all over my face. Mrs. Norris said I was a natural. In fact, in the fifth week of class, Mrs. Norris stopped me after class. She wanted to talk with me about something. "Spencer, I'm having a dinner party this weekend at my house. It's one of those boring faculty parties. I thought you might like to show off your culinary skills and help me cook dinner. Normally my husband would assist me, but he is in France on a six month sabbatical. What do you think?" Of course, I jumped at the chance. She gave me the list. Mom’s room was larger, but could only fit a queen-size bed, still small for three people. The fact of the matter was that unless we slept on the living room floor, our house was simply too small for our fun and games.What to do? Like most people, Mom would gaze longingly at the various “dream homes” in the Sunday Supplements to the newspaper. With that as a start, I used The Power to quiz her about what she wanted in a house, then made her forget I had asked.From there, I went out and found a.