My pussy immediately began to weep. I had never seen anything as fucking hot as my Master's cock, in full bloom, and on the brink of exploding. Within...seconds, he was in me and pounding relentlessly. His hands were around my ass squeezing so hard and pulling each my cheeks apart to see the full and complete act of penetration. He was such a dirty minded Master. He was my Master. Within a minute of him entering me, he exploded in my ass, his all time favorite orifice. He squeezed my ass cheeks. Andrew stared down at his binder, suddenly realizing that he had grabbed the wrong one. "It's alright," he thought to himself, "I think I can recall most of the components this reagent is based on." He begun mixing and evoking, just the same as every other student in the class. Before long, though, he came upon a recipe he could not remember. He remembered that a similar idea had been presented in his Transformative Tinctures class, and begun searching his binder. Finding the correct notes, he. Then we smiled at each other and then she picked her panty up, wiped her pussy juices off my face and hid her completely wet panty under that big pile of clothes. She said the panty was too wet to be worn. Then I wore my clothes, she adjusted her saree and carefully we left that place individually to avoid suspicion. The gathering was over and the very next day itself aunty called me to her house at 9 am.So I went there and she was waiting for me. I sat on the sofa and she offered me water.. But, I felt self conscious. I’ve seen her in panties and a t-shirt many times. But, we’ve never showered together and I wasn’t prepared for the effect seeing her naked would have on me. I kept telling myself I couldn’t fall in love with her because she’s my friend and we aren’t lesbians. But, here we were, undressing to share my parents’ large shower while they were away for the weekend. And it was all I could to try to suppress the butterflies I felt. "You're stunning," I said. I fought the.