I once asked William why his mom acted coldly towards me, and he only laughed and revealed her dislike and distrust for anything outside her Family an... culture. I suppose I understood, she never came between me and my friendship with her son - so I ignored her all those years as did William.I paused in unbuttoning my jeans to look into Williams parents room. It shouldn't surprise me, I knew, but it always did. Mrs. Yang sat on the edge of her bed, a large king-sized Western bed that I knew her. Now she is alone with her k**s in Dhaka and me in the peripheral district. During this time I several times came to Dhaka and went to meet her with a desire to stay at her house in absence of her hubby. But she never told me to stay in her house so I could not. Each time I left her house, sometimes I had to go back my place and have to jerk off of my cum thinking her. In dreams now I fuck more frequently. I fucked her on bed, on sofa, in kitchen, in bathroom, but only in dreams.Another year. "It's not a proper blowjob if you're fully clothed. Undress!"She smiled as she slowly unbuttoned her white shirt. Under it was a beautiful white laced bra safeguarding her untouched breasts. Next up was her skirt. She undid the zipper and let it fall. She teasingly turned around when she took her bra off, covering her beautiful boobs with her hands, and turned around again.She played with her boobs, flashing her nipples and slowly uncovering them. Dave gasped at her gorgeous chest, how perky. Fortunately some of the lady teachers who had been cheerleaders were able to come by and help out. These girls put their all into every routine. I did have to caution them to cool their jets a bit when the routines got a little carried away in a provocative sense.We held practice sessions every chance we got and built up quite a lot of interest from the boys in the school. I mean what red blooded male isn't fascinated by cheerleaders bouncing around in their skimpy uniforms. I know I sure was.