”. She bent her head to give more access to her son. Abhi continued pressing her boobs and kissing her from her neck to her lips.Unable to tolerate ...he delay, Malini touched her tongue on her son’s lips and ran all over his lips. The moment her lips touched, Abhi’s whole body shuddered. “Maaa..”, he said slowly. “Ummm..”, she turned towards him and looked deep in his eyes.Then she slowly opened the buttons of her son’s shirt and gave kiss on his naked chest. “Aaahhhh..”Malini touched Abhi’s. The same word could express a multitude of meanings – sometimes a question, sometimes a playful scold, other times a caress, but always a promise of unending bliss. She questioned anything and everything. Nothing was sacrosanct. Half answers were never acceptable, especially when it came to the things that we shared. No secrets, no shame, no masks or half-truths. There was nothing that we could not explore, as long as we explored it together. After every session I always came away with a. " she said, lifting herself to her elbows and brushing the hair from her flushed face. "I cannot begin to tell you how wonderful that felt. I reeeeaaaalllllly really needed that!" she said dabbing the tears from the corners of her eyes. One by one, the classmates cleared their collective throats and mumbled some form of reassurance that all was okay. But as the students looked to Trish for her reaction, it was Trish who now had to grope for an excuse as to why her hand was firmly planted. It seemed like everyone one was staring at my legs. At first I was really nervous, but as the day went on, I started to gain more confidence, and started crossing my legs, sitting down fast so my skirt would flare out to the sides, bounce my legs up and down, and sliding my foot in and out of my shoes. It was like everybody wanted to be my friend, it was almost like magic. As the days went on and going to class, some of the guys would flirt with me and one time this guy started to rub my legs..