Someone who'd hug me and share my laughter... and my tears. Someone who'd give me emotional support. Someone who'd care.Mercy? Yes, I could certainly ...se a little mercy, and with a capital M at that.A week later I called and asked her out to dinner.She was a sympathetic listener and before I knew it, I was pouring out the story of my life. She didn't condemn, judge, or even give advice. She just listened... and when the tears began rolling down her cheeks, she reached out and took my hand. Her. I’ll come once the meeting is over.Then I waited for 15-20 minutes and she entered the classroom. My heart started pounding.She smiled and asked: Yes Karan, what do you need help with?I asked a question for the sake of it. She opened her book and was preparing to answer. This was the first time I was so close to her. I was looking at her beauty from so close. That belly of hers and the widely visible sexy back! Her pink juicy lips and her musky body odor! I didn’t know what to do or say, but I. I said no and continued my journey up to her thighs and she held the top of my head with her hands to steady herself. No one was talking. I pulled her closer so i could reach her upper body but i still couldn't reach, so i asked her to lie on the bed. She did and i worked slowly on her tummy doing lazy circles and i noticed her eyes were closed. I couldn't touch her breasts because she had a bra on so i reached under, she arched her back and i unclasped it. Her bobs fell into my eager palms. She had her other hand inside her blouse and bra and was teasing her hard nipples. Her legs opened wider for my ease of access and her skirt rode up over her stocking tops. She was wearing crotchless panty hose. I had discovered them in a porn catalog a couple of years ago and gave her several pair as a gift. She had been using them since along with the other women in the house. They provided such easy sexual access for me and the other play things the women in our household used. She still.