I bent over and kissed his nipples and down his belly. I knelt between his legs and grasped his cock. I looked into his eyes, licked my lips and then ...icked him from base to tip in one long, slow stroke flicking a bit at the top. I took his head into my mouth and slowly lowered until he met the back of me. He shuddered and grabbed my hair. I looked at him and nodded slightly to let him know that I was ok with this. He winked and pushed me farther down onto him. I felt the gag and relaxed as. He looked like absolute shit, which made me want to hug him until it was all ok. But now was not the time to do that. ‘I really need to talk to you,’ he said, barely a whisper. I looked into his eyes and saw so much pain that I nearly started crying again. I looked over to Mr Mackenzie. He nodded and without a word, I got up and followed Zac outside, closing the door behind me. ‘How are you?’ I asked. He shrugged and reached for my hand. I looked at it and then into his eyes before throwing. Swati definitely did, and paid the price for it.But first let me describe her. Imagine a 5'4 girl, weighing a shade under 55kg, slim and by most boys, beautiful. Problem was, she was not very rich, and as is usual for the middle of middle class families, not exactly liberal either. So she came to college in salwar kameez, a dupatta doing it's best to hide her ample cleavage. Her father dropped her off in a scooter and she went home in an auto owned by her brother in law. Understandably, her. The pool floor rose and the water shallowed as reached the far side. He climbed up and plopped his butt on the stone cowling, draping his calves and feet in the pool. He braced a hand on either side, sat staring, stoic, waiting to see what they would do. The girls tittered, watching from a safe distance, some snickering cupped whispers in their neighbor’s ear. The response was often a gasp, a playful splash at the suggestion and a hand-over-mouth giggle. One sultry maiden was not jesting with.