“Thank you a lot Kamran. I like sex with you a lot”. Looking at the bedside table she said “Oh so late! Be quick Kamran. Hossain will be back”...She advised “Be quick. Wash and piss in here” She added indicating the room she had been in.Shama and I had ate a quick dinner. Not only could this woman fuck but she could cook too!Then as we made out on the sofa in the lounge, I managed to persuade Shama to (reluctantly) lift her sari for a re-match. She hiked her sari up to her waist and bent across. The boys of my class never missed any chance to see her valuable assets. Every day I used to masturbate thinking about her. During her class I used to sit in front seat. While she was taking class my used are on her boobs and navel. One day during our biology lab I was looking through microscope to view plant cells. But I couldn’t see them properly. I requested my dear teacher to help me. She came near me asked me to try again. I again tried to view thro microscope. She came behind me caught my. He wanted to take me to a bar where his friends frequent. He asked me to dress like Daisy Duke. And did I wear the smallest shorts on my small tight ass. I did not wear a bra either. I showed up at 10PM as he asked and as I pulled up to the bar I could see a number of bikes parked outside. I knew what he had in mind. I walked into the dim smoke filled bar and could see all guys check my slutty body out. James was shooting pool and I walked over to him. He kissed me and had his hands on my ass. I thought, 'yeah right, 11 and three quarters is older.' I guess I'll never understand women if I live to be a hundred.Three months later we turned twelve. I was getting more mature while she was getting more sophisticated. I dressed for comfort while she dressed to impress. She wanted to appear like a fashion plate and had to spend hours picking out just the right combination of clothes. Heaven forbid she should wear the same out fit twice within a two week period. She would also fuss with her.