I worked my way up past her light bush, up to her tender little a-cup breasts. Sucked on her hardening nipples and she purred for me. My balls where ...lready aching for release. I wasnt going to make them wait any longer. I rubbed my shaft on her wet slit and slipped it in between her swollen lips. I pushed in, her hole resisted. Oh damn, your so tight! I moaned to her as I pulled back and thrust harder. Tssk, she hissed and I broke into her hot tunnel. This is what I needed all week. I. Soon the chats escalated to ‘cyber’, the internet answer to sex. But for us it wasn’t sex, it was lovemaking. Wonderful lovemaking, so full of emotion and caring and sharing and love. Such intensity of feelings that one would believe impossible by such a ‘remote’ connection. The next escalation was natural enough, crudely referred to as Phone Sex… for us it was lovemaking on the phone. Wonderful, but not a substitute. The phone rings. Its her, breathless, announcing that she has just been told. "Y-yeah, that sounds ga-good." Johanna stuttered in a straining-to-sound-normal voice."Okay," I got up and my robe had been opened up below its belt and when it folded back over my front, my hard dick was exposed for just a second and her eyes shot over and stared at it while I said 'woops' and tucked it back in casually and her eyes watched where my robe stuck out as I walked over to the counter and started to make a pot of coffee. When I had the percolator filled and started, I heard a spoon. I am studying accounts in O levels but, I always felt difficult to do it for that reason I consulted my uncle (living in Faislabad) what to do as I was very much frank with him. He told me that me to come to Faislabad there he had a friend of him who is running a charted accountant firm where someone could teach me. I talk to my dad he gave me permission to go, I leave Lahore next day. let me tell u 1 thing that my Nana Abu’s house is located there where all my mamu’s (3) live together. When I.