The guy asks the dog, “What’s on the outside of a tree?”The dog answers, “Bark!”“What’s on top of a house”The dog responds, “Roof!�...Again, “Who was the greatest baseball player of all time?”The dog considers this, and replies, “Ruth!”The agent has had enough, and chases them both into the street, shouting, “You charlatans! Fakers! Such bullshit! Don’t come back!”The guy seats himself on a bench, disappointed. The dog curls in his lap, hangdog a look on his snout as can be imagined. Minutes pass,. . everythingseemed strange... fuzzy... warped... like some psychedelic movie from the latesixties. He fell forwards and landed with his face between those gorgeous thighs.All of a sudden, everything turned pink. He smelt something fishy, and eventhough he could barely move his arms, he tried to burrow his way closer toher hidden treasure. He felt the curly pussy-hair tickle his cheeks. The sweetsmell was overwhelming. With a final effort he managed to open his mouth andplace a wet kiss on the. You guys can imagine how boring it is to listen to another guy’s love-affection story from a girl. But I continued because she only calls me and tells (no need to spend your mobile balance) and after my office job, most of the time I was pretty jobless.The turning point happened on a midnight 1am. That was a Saturday night I was pretty late to sleep.As soon as I slept my phone rang. It was shari. I asked what happened and why you called me on this midnight. She was crying and pretty upset over. After a few exchange of pleasantries, Mrs. Ashima decided to hit the nail on its head. “Vanishree,” Mrs. Ashima spoke gently. “What do you think of me?”Vanishree remained silent for a while. She wished she could tell instantly about what she thought of her tutor; that she got wet at the very thought of her; she felt something drifting between her thighs whenever she looked at Mrs. Ashima; she badly needed to lure her tutor into lesbian sex. But, only moments ticked as Vanishree was searching.