And then his mouth was on mine, his tongue gliding along my lips. I parted them slightly so he could explore my mouth. Davy's tongue played with mine,...and I found my hand reaching behind his body, running down his back and resting on his toned butt.We kissed awhile longer, until he broke away and led me to a staircase. "First one up has to suck the other off." He grinned devilishly and I stood in shock at the base of the stairs while he slowly went up the stairs. He knew I'd never been a fast. This chapter is about my encounter with one of my teachers at school. I had volunteered for helping the teachers after school as a project help and the computer teacher needed help, her name is Mrs. Durgalaxami Swaminathan her stats were 38-36-38, fair, creamy white skin for a south indian, her most noticeable part of her body was her lips, they were so inviting and looked juicy and were like a cushion and she always wore dark lipsticks. She was a homely types, always wore sari, navel tucked. Inthe winter she again went out for basketball, again earning a varsityletter, along with straight A grades in everything. Dara was also oneof the most popular girls in the class of 1970 (her anticipatedgraduation year, though she would not be 18 until November aftergraduation), had a junior class boyfriend that her foster parentsapproved of, and was well on her way to completely revamping her life.As a sophomore, she did earn that ham radio license, even upgrading togeneral class which she. I'd been close to her for many years. It was she who had encouraged me to take up nursing when I left school, and it was she who had helped to support my studies at nursing college.I really don't know whether it was this loss that started me having sex without any strings - without any feeling of commitment or needing commitment, or without any sense that this might be the man who might be my future husband, but it was just after the funeral on September 30th that I guess I could say I had my.