Her hand continued it’s grip on the butt plug, sending very strange and erotic impulses DEEP inside my bowels.“Please Mommy” I pleaded, as I lif...ed my mouth off of Mrs. Perkins’ vagina, “PLEASE…. “I WANT to be a Good Boy… but this is all too much for me.”“Is Mommies naughty little boy” she asked, “feeling that familiar boiling in your balls?”“Yes Mommy” I shot back, “YES, I AM!”I felt hands on my face as my head was lifted and guided away from Mrs. Perkins’ sweet center. The mouth on my cock. Suddenly, she made her saree proper and covered herself up. I got confused. Did she get offended….. Is she shy… Or is she just playing with me. With these confusing thoughts , I went into my room to jerk myself off.That night ,after my accidental physical contact with kantha, I was not able to sleep. I was thinking about my kantha, her sexy fleshy curves, her sweet melons and started to imagine about her pussy. I was imagining kantha sleeping naked on my bed, calling my name with lust and. . “I look,” Fara had thought with satisfaction when she had looked at herself in the mirror after dressing, “a bit like a bitchier version of Audrey Hepburn.” Her mother would have said that Fara looked like a younger version of herself, which was just what Fara intended.She nodded to the guard to open the door. As she stood in the doorway, Jim looked up, “Phyllis, I...” he began.“No it’s not Phyllis you half-wit, it’s me.” Fara pulled off her dark glasses.“Fara. Oh!” Jim looked confused as. Her soft, pink lips yielded to my gliding tongue, and I swallowed her cum as it ran out of her and accumulated onto my tongue. It wasn't sex. It wasn't what I'd had with the other girls in the dorm. It was at last, what I never expected; love. And I was in heaven.I rolled her hips up so I could delve my tongue into her soft, virgin ass, and was amazed that she let me, though I could feel the nervous tension in her. She must have been fighting to let go of all of her chaste, Amish upbringing,.