Rekha used to wear saree every day with semi-sleeveless and back-exposed blouse. So, every time she turned back to write on the board, I used to get a...hard erection looking at her sexy back and her body structure. I was waiting for the college to get over so I could jerk off thinking of her sexy body.One day, I was in the class waiting for her to enter the classroom. Rekha teacher entered wearing a black saree with a backless blouse and the saree was low enough to get a good view of her sexy. It had taken some getting used to, but all of her partners had sucked on them without hesitation. She liked to pull on them when she came.The memory of being plowed into her little twin dorm mattress was making her wet. Sara looked down at her fuzzy vulva and ran a finger along her labia, shivering. She considered masturbating. Her brother had unknowingly carried her vibrator and assorted butt-buttplugs concealed in a box of bedding to her room the night before. After a moment she decided she. “Hey Paul. Cool it. You’re making us look bad,” as the neanderthal slurred his laboured speech.I turned to face him, “Hey man. Your party. You make us all look bad. Who throws events like this for a second anniversary?! This is hotter than some weddings I’ve been to.” Behind me Candice wraps her hands around my waist and peeks out from behind me. “He’s right you know. No one swing dances, let alone hires a band like this. You did good. She’s a lucky lady.” Then she buried her face into my back. She leaned over to him. “Dean, what kind of movie is this?”“It’s a foreign film called ‘Baudelaire’s Mistress’. It got great reviews.” She frowned up her face “Don’t tell me there are subtitles.” Dean shrugged his shoulders. “Just try and keep an open mind.” She smiled and decided she would try. She knew Dean loved foreign films, and they had different standards of sex and nudity in other countries. She decided not to worry about it. The movie started out Ok, but 10 minutes into it she felt.