“Oh, just about done, I see,” she giggles, before handing me a large fresh towel. I see her looking first at my damp tussled hair, then at the wat...r droplets glistening on my chest and then at the erection hidden by my towel. Despite my best efforts, my hardness is refusing to subside. I smile back sheepishly. Her white tee looks different. No, perhaps not different, it is the same shirt but my eyes are not deceiving me, I can no longer make out the silhouette of her bra underneath and her. I came between her legs and applied the cream on her pussy hair, and after some time, I removed the hair.Yasika: Oh my God, it looks smooth.Me: Yes, it is, and I really wanted to touch it.Saying that I touched her pussy. She moaned a little.Me: What happened?Yasika: Nothing, it just felt different when you touched.Me: You like it when I touched it?Yasika: Yes, but first, thank you very much for helping me.Me: Don’t thank me, you can help me as well.Yasika: Tell me what you need?Me: You can. However, when it came to me, my thighs were a fair target – I could always wear my long trousers until the marks had disappeared.As the dark-haired girl stood next to Maureen who was still sitting on the padded dining room chair, she brushed her long, dark hair from her face and rubbed both hands over her hot and sore bottom. She bit her lower lip and tried not to show Maureen how aroused she had become from the hand spanking.“Pull your knickers up and sort that skirt out please, young lady and. I tried explaining her but all my efforts were in vain…Then one day he called me to his room for giving me some notes and after taking my notes when i turned to leave he held my shoulder and asked me to study them thoroughly as they’ll be very helpful…then he held my waist hard an told me that he loves me alot…at that moment i was shit scared and pushed him and ran away…i did not let him do anything because i didnt wanted to…he still continued holding my shoulders, sometimes my waist, sometimes.