“ Kinjal.. Let me make you feel like queen if you don’t mind” She did not say anything but looks like she was getting carried away with me now.....I hold her face and looked into her eyes.. And my fingers touched her eye brows.. “ your eye brows are so perfect Kinjal..” My hand hold her face and moves all her hairs on back and my hand touch her ears softly.. Her face was getting red now.. My fingers touch her lips. “ Kinjal.. See how beautiful your lips are.” Like petals of flowers.” And she open. You're supposed to have this magic naughty or nice listwith everybody's name on it. Or maybe that's just a way for you todouble check to see if we really are naughty or nice after we tell you inthese letters if we've been good or bad. I don't know. Anyway, I guessthe bottom line is that I don't know if I've been good or bad. Andthat's kind of the real reason I'm writing to you.I try to be good. I really do. I've always tried to be good. Butlately, well, both Mom and Dad have been yelling. He wasn’t the only one. My pussy was getting soaked. “I will come back Saturday and start work” she said. She hugged me, we kissed and she left. I checked the clock. Bruce said he would be home at 9pm. “Come on Oscar. Let’s play” I said and stroked his lovely big cock some more.Thursday and Friday night I did the same thing. Rubbing his sheath and then playing with his cock. He didn’t get agitated but just stood there letting me fondle him. I so wanted him to mount me but I knew he had no idea. .. and help me they did. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were very patient with the whole class, and I was no exception. It took me all of three lessons to get with the program and feel like I was making progress. Once I got the hang of what they were trying to teach us, I found it was easier to learn the various steps. Andrea Taylor suggested that my musical background had helped me catch on much more quickly than some of the other members of the class.As a general observation, I thought the women in the.