It always made me love you more. Sometimes I would wish…” Bhabhi took a deep breath and seemed to compose herself. “Never mind what I would wish... I’m just glad that I have you to turn to.What would you wish?” Bhabhi looked at me. She seemed to think for a minute then shook her head. “No. It’s not important what I wished. It was just the thoughts of a lonely frustrated woman.”You would hold my hand and make me feel special. Even as you grew older you would still make time for me. You always told. When I walked into the classroom my mood about taking this class changed. My teacher was sexy middle age white lady; she had some real long blonde hair, with some nice D cup sized tits, some thick thighs, and a huge plump bottom. The dress she had on seemed to hug her body, as if it was painted on her. I sat down in the front of the class making sure that I would get all of her attention. She introduced herself as Mrs. Megan and told us that this would be a fun course for those who were. All thoughts of "should-nots" suddenly & completely escaped me as soon as my eyes landed on the vision in front of me. I could see Cora's smooth, tanned, sexy, tight, voluptuous body on top of the bed, topless, back to me, knees on the bed, ass in the air, back arched, face pushed against the bed moaning, her thong still on, but pulled to the side exposing her engorged wet pussy being massaged by her hand reaching from underneath, rotating her hips and plunging her fingers into her glistening. , but at a fairly well lit gas station on a road that for the time of night still had the occasional car drive down the road. As I stood there in my pink 5" heels and super tight miniskirt gassing up, a black mustang pulled in. They did one lap around the gas pumps, and then I noticed they came around again. I knew they must have noticed me and had to have liked what they saw to do a second lap. I gave them a shy little wave as I finished pumping my gas and got back inside the car. Too bad.