On the day of Diwali, she said that she liked me since the day she saw my profile pic and wants to meet me.So after two days, I bunked my gym and went...to meet her, she came to a bus stop and was looking beautiful in a white designer top covered with a shawl and denim carry. We went to a Haat where a singing program was organized. Both of them took our seats and were talking casually in between. I complimented her which she took positively.In the daily chats, while introducing herself, she said. I guess a bit of backstory is in order, here. I kept it kind of short, when introducing myself in my previous account, so I’ll elaborate more, here.At six years old, I didn’t remember much about my real folks, except that they loved me dearly. I did remember that my mom had mostly white hair by the time she was thirty, though. I guess I came by it honestly, since my hair, almost pitch black like hers was before it started to turn, was well on its way to becoming almost the same white shade as. ”“You’re the person who determines that? I thought it was Abover or Fletcher.”“No. Me. I’m the Program teacher for the school. Mr Abover can override my decision but only if I pass the student.” She looked at her screen and hit some keys. “I also see that you never turned in the Program participation forms.”“No, and I don’t intend to. My attorney said that I mustn’t sign them because they’ll cancel my legal rights.”“Then you won’t be allowed to graduate.”“Listen, ma’am. I have a document that. Apparently, she assumed Candy was crying, because she gave me an understanding smile and turned back around. By then, Candy had finished cumming and was panting softly. Obviously short on breath, she pulled away and I could not help but feel disappointment fill me. Luckily, that was not to be the end of it, quite the opposite. As soon as Candys breath returned, she pulled me in for a long, passionate kiss. Mmm?! I moaned out of surprise as I felt her tongue dance around in my mouth. But I soon.