Ramesh sir ne kaha dilip dekho rakesh aabhe office par how ga or me nahe chata hu ke rakesh ke bb ke badnami how isleya me chata hu ke tum uski bb se ...at karo me kuch samaj nahe paya or pucha ke kaya bat karu sir tab unhowne dhire se mera tana hua lund pakda or mare hat me unka tana hua lund pakda deya or kaha ke dilip tu kuch bhe karo ise shant rakesh ke bb se keh kar shant karo me sab samj gaya mane unke lund ko sehlate hue kha ke aap ka kam how jagyaga.Fir ramesh sir zor se chiliyea or kaha. My face was flushed with excitement and my cock was straining so hard against my jeans that I had to reach in and reposition it, so it was sticking up towards my belly. I felt a little shame at first. Why was I so hard? This wasn't my biological sister, I reasoned. This was a naked teenaged girl with a gorgeous pussy, opened up for my viewing pleasure. Even though her pussy was spread wide open, her slit was still tightly closed, except for a faint crack of an opening. Beside the sofa was a. " Miss Stuyvesant," Mr. Glastonbury broke his silence, "I am not your father, mother, nor anyone of importance. What you do is your business, but it will be of use to you, if, before you go out, that you tell one of the staff where you're going and when you'll be back. And if something were to change, if you would call the house again with the change." And if I don't feel like having my whereabouts monitored?" As I said, it's up to you. You will find it impossible to enter the house after dark. “I’ve never seen a shaved pussy in person. I’ve seen pictures. I’ve never felt one. This is amazing .” With a sharp intake of breath, he opened my slit with 2 fingers and rubbed my hole gently. I was so wet. I could feel my juices welling up at the entrance of my hot pussy. He worked one finger inside, coating it with my nectar. Pulling it out, he raised it to his lips then stuck his tongue out to taste my wetness on his finger…….”Mmmm…..yummy” “Mmm…God!” I groaned, working my hips, urging him.