Do you remember the first special class? I rushed to the bathroom. Do you want me to tell you what happened?Beena was not surprised. She was getting h...rny by me rubbing her thighs. I continued to tell her.Me: I masturbated in the washroom that day. To be honest Beena, every day after the classes, I rush to the bathroom to masturbate imagining the ways I would fuck you. (My voice got lower and lower as I spoke.)Me: Beena, did you know that I followed you that day to the teacher’s washroom and I. Uske bade bade aur tight tight boobs muje pagal kar dete the main hamesa unhe dabane ko sochta and uske gand to mere jaan hi mar dete the. Jab wo koi Tight Jeans pehnti to uski gand ek dam solid and madhos kar dene wali lagti thi.Ji karta abi uske gand me apna 6inch lamba lund pel du. Aur uske gand ko masalte rahu .Maine kai bar uske bare me sochte hue mut mar ta tha . Ab ham chalte hai si de kaha ni pe.Meri family aur uski family kafi karib thi coz she lives in the flat next to us. Main uske. My fears were answered when she slid her fingers across the sheet and ran them over my erection. "Is that what I think it is?"I was busted and there was no use denying it. "Yeah, I'm sorry." I really felt like a heel."Did I cause that?" Her fingers still lazily gliding across the sheet over my hard dick.Again, there was no sense in lying about it, "Yeah, kind of", I told her, "It's been a while since I've had a woman laying with me in bed, even longer since it was with someone as pretty as. After everybody had hit (with the longest competing drive 30 yards shy of Tess' ball and in the second cut of rough), the two of us strolled down the fairway together and I asked her how she felt."I hit the snot out of that one, didn't I?" she said, grinning like an idiot. "I feel fantastic!" Keep it going," I told her quietly. "You're going to get tired, but just tell yourself, 'Bullshit, I ain't tired, ' and keep it going." No, I'm good," she said.She was, too. She was fine. She birdied that.