” “No, Miss,” he said earnestly. “Tight means good.” “I thought ‘bad’ meant good,” I said, quite seriously, my hands still folded pr...tectively over my stomach. “Not anymore,” he shook his head. “’Bad’ is bad again and ‘tight’ is good. And you would look really tight in Hermione’s Red Dress.” Oh my God, my nipples just tingled. This was bad; and I don’t mean bad-as-in-good. I shouldn’t be getting the girly-love-tingles for an eighteen-year-old student, no matter how nicely his tanned skin. I slowly push into her cunt. I smile back at her then I slowly start fucking her. “My God Sue, you are so tight.” I say as I fuck her pussy slowly. “That’s cause I want it tight. I want to FEEL you inside me, fucking me.” Sue says licking her lips.I start thrusting into her pussy faster and harder. “Mmmmm, Yesss. That’s it fuck my pussy Dan.” She moans loudly and starts moving her hips to meet mine. The scent of her wet pussy being fucked is overpowering and intoxicating. This causes me to fuck. She surprised me at how unconcerned she sounded when she called her mother, “Hey Mom, I stayed over at Steve’s. Can you come get me? Okay, see ya.”“I can take you home.” I offered.“It’s okay, Steve. Mom always picks me up at Emily’s. I wanted to tell her where I was before she left and went to Emily’s and worried when she found out I wasn’t there. Don’t worry, I told her all about us.“Everything.” Now I was worried.Beth’s assurances were not that convincing, “Yes, everything. It will be fine. I. I was sure, they were fucking it out right now. But I had to give them time.I reached back by the evening. I rang the bell. Pooja opened the door in her blue shorts and her loose red shirt. I smiled at her and looked at her thighs. Those milky thighs were tempting me, as my mind wandered into memories what had happened earlier in the day.She then saw me staring at her thighs and cleavage, gave me a wicked smile. She invited me in.I smiled and Shekar, he smiled back.Shekar: Hi, bro, where did.