After folding the metal clips to hold the papers in place, she closed the cover. Looking through the plastic front, she read the title aloud, “Perso...al Definition of Happiness and Goals for Diana Parker.”With a sad expression on her face, she put the folder down. Working through her personal definition of happiness had been pure torture. Things that she had thought important to her had evaporated in the light of self examination. Her sexual revolution fell flat on its face as being trite and. ” Sophie and Pippa were the only two in the staff room, both having a free period. “Can I come round to play after school today?” Pippa said in a childish voice. “Of course you can.” Sophie responded; then as an afterthought, and much to Pippa’s delight, added “If you promise to behave yourself,” in her best school ma’am voice. Breaking from this character Sophie related the conversation she had with her mother and explained her dilemma; her need for discipline and her awkwardness about. Me: aunty ek baat bolu aap bura to nahi manogi na? Aunty: ha beta bolo kya bolna chahte ho. Me: aunty aaj aap is saree me bahut hi sundar dikh rahi hai. Aunty: hat pagle kya tu bhi beta ab me buddhi ho gayi hu aur tu bol raha hai ki aap achi dikh rahi ho. Me: nahi aunty sach me ur so beautiful aunty me majak nahi kar raha hu aunty.Aunty: ohhh thanks beta tuje aunty sach me achi lag rahi hai itne me unhone saree ka pallu hata diya me unke chuchi ko dekh raha tha.Aunty: aur beta college kaisa. I went light on the kink factor, but she still seemed like what she in fact is, a virgin. Eager, horny, submissive, but still a teen virgin. Oohhh! Just a little bit lower! Now, give me your fingers! Oh, yes! Rub the front, and lick me just a little faster!”She paused her tale, while I chased her climax. I dogged her pearl, rubbing two fingers on the bundle of tissue on the anterior wall of her sex, and beat my tongue on her clit like a hailstorm of lust. She paused her tale, because she wailed.