I positioned myself on the bed so that my pussy could be clearly seen from his 'hidden' vantage point. I spread my legs wide and felt my lips part. I ...ropped myself up on several thick pillows so that he could also enjoy my tits; I was nothing if not considerate. And let the show begin! I thought to myself wryly. I could hear music playing softly through the wall, and moaned loud enough for him to hear. I hadn't yet touched myself, but this was to get his attention. The music stopped; he had. “Why did you not go to office? I was getting anxious.”“You now sound like a housewife.” I said. That put her in shame.“ I just wanted not to waste any time to be nearer to you baby.”“That is not good, I think.”“Come on… don’t be my Mom. I want to love you all the time.”I again hugged her and threw her on the bed. She just giggled and put herself away. I again caught her and started kissing her more lustfully and she also reciprocated the same. That time I just touched her boobs and squeezed. ***The school was already working on the boy, in small ways. It justwouldn't do to have a young rowdy slamming its lockers and doorsconsistently, as this one had been doing all day so far. Then therewas the little problem of another boy in the girl's locker room, butthat would be taken care of soon enough. The problem was, as alreadyshown, being seen to quite adequately.But instead of being angry, the School simply sent him soothinglittle messages. Just to help him make the adjustment to his. But how is it possible to tell her. Whenever she came out of her home, I used Binocular to see her structure and I fucked her through my eyes. “What a height! What a hair style! What a lovely boobs! What a perfect buttock!” After I saw Fathima, I always prayed the God to give her. And that’s happened one day…It was a rainy day. All the roads are full of water. I woke up from my bed. I prayed the god to give Fathima to me once again. But I didn’t know that I will get her very quickly on that. At.