Her black mole on her neck was my weakness. I was always fascinate her lips, eyes, boobs, ass and my favorite black mole I used to walk beside her whe...ever I see her in school and try to see her navel, but newer got a chance to see it but I liked her stomach which was seen outside her sari. I always wished to lick her back which was oily and that made it to shine as she was too fair.My college days started and during my second year vacation once I went to school to drop my sister. I saw Bindu. It had that musky scent that pussy usually does. The smell of it turned my on even more. I put my face right over it and went to work. I started by licking around her clit, causing her to moan in pleasure. I slowly caressed her thigh and butt as I moved my tongue into her pussy. Oh shit, Brad. This is so good, she moaned, as my tongue entered her cunt. I tongue fucked her for about a minute, earning many moans of pleasure, before I pulled my tongue out and inserted my fingers into her hot, wet. But, this time round I noticed that she was moving a lot and boobs were really being pressed against my legs. Though I liked this I had to stop her because I was an honest teacher up till then. I asked her that what she was up to. She rose up again and smiled and instead of panicking she invited me to her shoulder saying that I must be tired. I don’t know y I accepted it and kept head on her shoulder. she put her fingers in my hair and started caressing me. I was really felt like home and I was. .." Grandpa Wheeler is part of Papa's path to us, to me!" I yelled before he could ground me or worse. "Maybe he would not have wanted me if his life had been easier." I bowed my head to the ground. "I honor the man who made Papa who he is - just as I honored your father." Internally, I winced; I promised Uncle Moke I wouldn't tell Father about that particular field trip.I expected Father to rain fire and brimstone on me. I was defying him publicly. He'd never struck me, but surely this would.