He was trembling slightly, his face was red but he was looking at me! ‘That’s much better Jimmy, I’m not so scary after all, am I?’ I asked, �...�Are you uncomfortable because of the way I’m dressed?’ He nodded his head yes, afraid to talk. ‘I think if you can get used to me dressed this way, I think you will get over you shyness with women. What if, on the weekends we are alone, this is the way I dress?’ His eyes were almost popping out of his head but he nodded yes. ‘OK,’ I said, ‘there is still. . wow…. Aaahhhhhh…….. You are making me horny…. Am your bitch uncle…..”Nair’s tongue searched through the navel of Shriya. Shriya was holding his head closer to her navel. Nair stood up and both of them went to bedroom.. there he saw Shriya’s moms nailpolish on the table. And he took that and made the girl lie and he painted that on the navel of Shriya. She was moaning and was making some sounds that encouraged Nair’s 8 inch cock. Shriya loved Nairs acts. It was the first time for Shriya that a. She knocked on the door and Miss Parsons called for her to enter. She was surprised when the young teacher told her that their meeting was to be held in Miss William's room, because for one thing, she didn't have a class with her, and for another she was scared to death of the old math teacher!As they walked through halls on their way to Miss William's room, Cheryl wondered what in the world this was all about!The room looked dark but Miss Parsons opened the door slowly and led Cheryl inside.. But in her bare feet and me being six foot, I had to tilt, stoop, and angle my head to meet her lips at. It was awkward, like in our courting days. So my palms quickly went under her butt to lift her, pressing her tightly against me, hauling her over my torso until her eyes were dead-level with mine.At that moment we shared something profound. It was an exchange of looks that shouted our love for each other. It simmered between us, became critical, and ignited to become an explosion of shared.