“Hi honey, I am home,” I heard my wife say.I felt a hand. Her hand. Long nails caressing my cock and then squeezing my balls.I could hear them kis...ing and a moan escaping her lips. My ears pricked to hear the slightest noise, to feed pictures into my imagination of what was happening.A zip. That unmistakable sound. A long zip. It was her dress. I recalled the memory of earlier, her sliding the dress on, wiggling her pert ass into the silky material then turning to me and asking if I would mind. Celine is a freshman studying psychology at the university. Celine is an average dutch adolescent, she is 178cm long and has black hair that reaches to about the mid of her back. Celine has blue eyes. Celine's build is a rather average one. She has the build of a model, thin, long legs. Her butt is nothing special, but not flat either. Her chest sports small but perky B-cup boobs. Her curve is mostly straight, the desirable hourglass figure wasn't meant for her. Her face had hard features and. Phr maine unko btaya ki ghar me 3 guy hai toh unka gobar saaf krna toh wo kehne lagi saaf krne ka paisa legi toh wo 500 rupees me maan gyi aur mere saath mere ghar aa gyi,maine unko jagah dikhaya aur do booriya de di aur maine unse kaha ki main dress change kr ke aata hu phr mai apni dress change krne chla gya aur maine apni jeans aur t shirt utar k sirf lungi bandhe chala gya usne mujhe dekha aur pucha Tmhara t shirt maine kaha ki aapka maddat krte waqt gobar lag jati isliye utar diya phr. A couple days later I returned to her office after school, closed her door behind me and said, "I'm very disappointed in you, Carol." Excuse me?" she asked, looking up from her laptop."You took credit for my idea," I accused."Does it really matter whose idea it was?" In the larger scope of things," I answered, "not really. But this is another example where you've proven that you're not a good leader for our class." So says the cheerleader," she replied sarcastically.I walked to her desk and.