"Are you hard because of me, Daddy?" she said in a sultry voice, a come on line that would be more appropriate in a porno film. I was frozen, like a...deer in headlights, my vulnerability being exposed by the obvious stiffy I sported. She took advantage of my inability to retreat from the magnetic effect her erotic vision had on me. "You like what you see, don't you?" It was a rhetorical question. "You got to see me, wouldn't it only be fair if I got to see you?" I realized my stare was. None of them would ever get up the nerve to ask her out on a date. It wasn’t that Velvet was actually into jocks, for the most part she found them to be stupid, boring, slobbering, fools. The only positive quality they had was not being intimidated by her and since that wasn’t a common trait. Unfortunately that was such a rare trait in the boys of her school that she simply took what she could get. Harold was the first of the nerds to gather up the testicular fortitude to ask her out. It was. She flushed ... "I was." .. I was still reeling from the fact that she was sitting there and then she stood up pulling her flowered granny panties up over surprisingly voluptuous thighs. She smiled and said her name was Diana. She was wearing what looked to be a catholic school girl's uniform, knee high socks and all .. ... She looked like a white girl, but her voice branded her something else entirely .. kinda sounded a little street .. not in the forced show "bizzness" way you usually find at. Mujhe bhi dekhne de.” Maine kaha theek hai. Woh khadi hui aur mujhe doosre kamre mein le gayi. Mujhe laga woh garm ho gayi hai.Mere man mein laddu foot rahe the. Jab aunty mere agge ja rahi thi. To main uski badi si gaand dekh raha tha. Mera lund khada ho gaya. Woh bed par baith gayi. Main uske samne khada ho gaya. Usne meri lower ko niche kiya. Aur mere underwear ko bhi. Mera lund uchal ke bahar aa gaya.Usne dekha to mere taraf smile di. Aur hath mein pakad ke dekhne lagi. Usne mujhse meri age.