Being sexually active before marriage, she satisfied me over and above my expectations. She had no problem giving blowjobs, and in fact, loved sucking...cock.She didn’t depend on my missionary style to orgasm every time, choosing to ride my cock to her satisfaction. We enjoyed sex thoroughly but never ventured beyond these two positions, limited by my inexperience.Recently I’d joked about her getting the ‘seven year itch.’ But in reality, it had come down to her riding me twice a week, out of. Her white cotton blouse seemed ready to burst open at any second. You could always see the color of her bra through the material because it was stretched so tight over her plump tits.And she wore her skirt shorter than it was supposed to be. All the boys had, by now, managed to get a glimpse of her panties. I suspected that she was well aware that we were looking at her and she was making it easier than it ought to be. Neither of us had had the nerve to talk to her yet. The gossip was that she. I cried loud but medical guru told this is closed room and outsiders will not hear your voice because this was specially made for cruel punishments and he ordered Remya to take away my clothes and she take off my clothes every ones eyes was on my assets and the king touched my genitial area which is shaven and medical guru (above mg now on wards) asked me when my last menstruation occurredI answered him and told don’t kill me and he asked all boys and girls to become naked and king and mg also. Let me say in hindi now ek din subha aunty kapre sukane chatt par aayi main vah betha tha kafi upset lag rahi thi mjhe dhke boli yaha kya kar rahe ho maine bola kuch ni aisi zara timpass fir hum baat karne lage bohot der tak hum baat kar rahe the unko bohot acha laga bohot hasya maine Fir hum donno apne ghar chale gaye fir kuch din baad aisi kabhi na kabhi milte upar aur apne bre me boli main uske boobs ko dhkta vo mjhe bohot bar dhki aise ek din hm donno phone chat kar rahe the ek dusre ke.