She still wore short skirts and high heels, but she stopped deliberately teasing the boys in the front row. She still crossed and uncrossed her legs a...lot and she occasionally spread them wide, but she stopped deliberately pulling up her skirt and she stopped taking off her bra. She did wear half-cup push up brassieres and did wear blouses that showed some cleavage, but she stopped deliberately bending at the waist in front of her students to give them a really good look. She wouldn't pass up. The restaurant has a back alley where the dumpsters are located, and I steered her to the corner.I turned her to face the wall, and told her, "Pull down your pants if you really want to find out."She wasted no time getting her shorts and underwear off, and stuffed in her purse.So I slid my hand down her lower stomach, through her patch of pubic hair, and found her vagina. I was surprised to find it already pretty wet."Kinda excited, huh?" I said, feeling her squeeze her thighs around my. One fine day my wife had to leave to her mothers place as there was some problem & she was suppose to stay there for a day i was at home & suddenly a bell rang it was Priya on the door i was surprised to see her & that too she was alone wearing a nice sexy siphon sari very low cut blouse & could see her cleavages from the transparent of her palu i just invited her i was speechless looking at her i had lost my control i don’t know what happened i just hold her arm moved her closer her breast was. I knew she was far from vulnerable,and far from being a virgin, but the illusion *looked* perfect. Herbody moved perfectly for an innocent sixteen-year-old. Her actionsand motions spoke of a young girl newly arrived on the threshold ofwomanhood, yearning but fearful of her blossoming sexuality. And hereyes, her firm young breasts, the tiny slit of her womanhood stillawaiting the first tuft of pubic hair -- all these shouted to me withall the sexual triggers I knew. I held back a groan as I.