.Her eyes nearly closed…mere slits…her eyelids heavy…but her eyes almost sleepy still focused on me..“Pa” she gasped. As she touched her inn...r thigh…startling herself…her lids flew open…she was invoking her own father…this realization unsettling her for a moment…also giving me pause…is she in a self-induced trance? Seeing all the father figures of her life?“Mr. Zuli! A groan…who was this...a past teacher? “Mr. Zuli” more emphatic…and her dancing became less dreamy…more flagrantly erotic. The. But, they had their pants on. I think they liked what I did though.”“How so,” I asked, tossing my remaining clothes to the side.“Cuz they squirmed around and their jeans got wet spots on `em.” She had a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Oh, then I’m sure they liked what you did. You made them come,” I commented, hopeful that I would be feeling her touch in a matter of seconds. “Want to touch mine?”She raised her torso onto her elbows and took a closer look at my package. “Duh?” she commented. He wanted me good and sweaty, I think, because I knew he wanted to fuck. His cock was hard and prominent in his tight black shorts and it looked good to me too.I figured this was about perfect. I mean the relationship me and Coach had. That was the sort of thing Scott wanted for me, or so I assumed. There wasn't anything complicated about it. No deep emotions or anything. I didn't love him like I wanted to marry him or anything and Coach wasn't ever gonna feel that way about me. He didn't want. Savita rolled her eyes in frustration and stood up to tell off her friends.“You girls are annoying me…Get out…I will get ready myself”As the girls moved out of the room Savita thought about what the girls had said and about her upcoming married life.“Hearing their stories has got me wet, and from the look of my hubby, doesn’t look like he will be of much help in that department.”Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Savita expecting that her friends had returned opened the door with an.