So I didn’t have any girlfriends during my college days. I was a virgin till last January. I was addicted to ISS stories and porn videos. I always h...d an eye on aunties, teachers and, obviously, my Mom.I used to steal her used panties and bra from the laundry basket, which she used to throw after her bath. But I didn’t dare to move toward her. I know her behaviour, especially to her students when she was a teacher and to her staff in her office.The story begins in January. I was in Chennai, and. "There was a buzz of conversation round the Throne Room, not least from those who had noticed that one of the honoured guests was a woman."The first honoured guest is the Prince Habib, the first entrant was Kashiefa," said the Emir as all around held their breaths, especially Prince Habib who was ever ready to suspect trickery designed to do him down, "but she has qualified for the semi-finals. The next entrant was Vega, and so she will look to the Prince for her public defloration."As he. " I laughed. "That could be fun." "I think so, too." Up to this point, Jeanne had just been sitting on my cock. Now she started to rock back and forth. She moved slowly, rhythmically. I remembered her comment that sex and dancing were closely related. She was dancing with me. I liked it. "Tell me what you were thinking about a moment ago. You know, while I was sucking your cock." It seemed like I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn't. Jeanne had become so free and open about sex that I. “Forgive me?”“Sure, I forgive you,” she answered quietly. “Hug?”“Sure,” Daniel answered almost too quietly to hear. Why all of a sudden so quiet? Was he embarrassed? Maybe. Or maybe they were standing close to each other and speaking quietly because of it. I turned up the monitor to see if I could figure out what was being said. I found out instead what was being done. I could hear light sounds of people in an embrace. Then after a few seconds it turned to sounds of more than a hug. Moist.