I flipped the TV sound off. Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” was unmistakable as you cranked up the volume on your iPhone. A little leg or act...ally ankle, then a smiling face peeked out of the doorway. A lot more leg, which was pretty bare, and then you came out to show me your outfit. You had on black heels, short mini plaid skirt, a long sleeve white blouse, white thigh-high hose, and hair in two ponytails that completed the schoolgirl look. I was grinning from ear to ear. I forgot the. Ha ha she said with naughty smile and later she asked didn’t u had any romance with any girls. I said no, she said I don’t believe u wantedly saying me like that, u have good physique and looks handsome how will girls leave u. I was blushing. She said ha ha feeling shy ah I’m just kidding Sidhu , I said I know, she said what u know really u look handsome I said thanx and said but what’s the use I want to do romance badly, she said ahaaaaa and OK u can have with me if u want with naughty smile.. Away would come what little hair was still growing after the massive amount of hormones I was being injected with. Usually the old woman was silent as she worked, but if she did talk to me, it was the way you’d talk to an animal. Even when she asked me a question, I knew she’d be offended if I dared to answer back. She’d sit on a stool in front of where my dangling limbs and paint the little nails of my pudgy pink hands and feet and she’d say things like ?Now don’t piggy look so pretty with his. As I continued orally caressing her labia, her grip on my hair relaxed. Lovingly she traced down my ear, under my chin, and with one finger urged me forward to her most sensitive spot. First, a tiny kiss. Next, I encircled her clit with the tip of my tongue, then zigged and zagged across it. Large strokes. Small strokes. Like a twister, my tongue whipped tiny, forceful circles and large, playful ones. “Yes! Right there!” Suddenly, her screams ceased and her hand seized another fist full of my.