She was not there. At same time there was humour that she have secret relationship with the school principal. So I want to use this chance to enjoy he... pussy. I know her house. I walk to her house. I knocked the door. Miss Rekha comes out. I ask her why she did not come to school. She said she was tired. She also allows me to ask the doubt. I enter her house. She asks me to wait because she has to cook for lunch. I ask her permission to use her pc. She said ok. I was only looking at her. She understood enough about 18-year-old boys to not encourage this one.“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”“That’s all right, Jim. It’s no problem.” Phyllis could tell it was no problem for Jim either. The way that his cock was stiffening in his shorts was somewhat gratifying, Phyllis thought. She wondered if she made it on to his list of “MILS.” She was perfectly aware that every teenaged boy had a mental list of “Moms I’d Like To Serve,” although she also knew that the more coarse. It wanted to find a woman who looked feminine, sexy and who had a talented tongue. If it was going to let another woman go down on its pussy then it wanted one who knew what the hell she was doing. It knew that it sure didn’t know anything about doing oral or anything else on a woman.After admitting to itself that it didn’t know where to even begin, it decided that maybe it should discuss this with Master. Even though it was just a little afraid of how Master might react by it coming to Him. Jerry said not really but maybe Bob will dance with you. I said sure and we headed to the dance floor. After a couple of fast dances the band played a slow song. I asked Diane if she wanted to still dance. She looked over at our table and Jerry was not there. She said why not. For the next couple of hours Diane and I would dance, taking frequent breaks to have a drink then back to the dance floor. Jerry would sometimes show up at the table but mostly he was off shooting pool. Around mid night.