“Have you heard of sexting?” she asked with hesitation. I was taken aback by what she was saying.“Yes. I know,” I replied.“Maybe…” she s...ill was feeling awkward but said it anyway, “Maybe we should do it sometime.”She tried not to make eye contact when she suggested this. I was excited by this proposal but I was not sure if she was.“Are you sure? This is just the third time we have met for lunch,” I said looking straight at her.“Yes, after all, we are getting married.” She said smiling at me.. Being single and living here in the school buildings (she is one of the teachers who also supervises the residential side), she is able to give individual coaching lessons in the early evening to the older girls such as myself. She takes over the smallest of the school’s three gymnasiums for this, and always locks the door on the inside – she says it could be dangerous if someone came rushing in by mistake, not wearing a helmet or anything, and also that great concentration is needed and it is. I started caressing her tits her eyes were closed I can smell that she had some different thought in her mind that I could read clearly my fingers ran on her crotch which was wet I inserted my middle finger & started with finger fuck touching her g-spot she cummed more than ever before I slowly whispered in her ears what u have in your mind Sharika just closed her eyes & said nothing but I knew something was there I slide my erected prick in her juicy hole it was wet more than its everyday I. My mommight go a little easier on me, but that would also mean being a nark. Iwasn't about to become a nark. I had never ratted on anyone and I wasn'tabout to start now just because I was bored.Monday morning it was back to the salon bright and early. It wasactually a little better than being home. There were people around and Icould listen to people talk even if it was only women and smallchildren. All the men and older boys went to the barber a few shopsdown. A few of the ladies gave me.