“cha-cha…..itna bara lund hai tumhara’ (uncle you cock is so big) she said in a sweet voice.“alia” he asked, his eyes closed “car main koo... tha?”(who was in the car?) He squeezed her fat ass in his large strange hands, his fingers reaching for the deep gap between her buttocks as his prick pumped in and out of her …Cha-cha woh…woh dost tha” (uncle…he ….he was a friend) she answered“nahi… Dost nahi…. Larka tha ….” (no he was not a friend he was a boy) he corrected his fingers finding her butt. He was grounded for two weeks. Two weeks he could have spent with Ann. He apologized to her his first day back to school.Teaching was hard; much harder than anyone who hasn't done it can believe. Paul had taught undergrads and graduate students on his way up the ladder. He hadn't been very good. He didn't care if they understood the material or not. He had learned it without help, why couldn't they. But he had seen good teachers. He saw how hard they had to work.Those who can't do, teach. Those. Already, the upper-left curvature of the sun had sneaked past the jagged outline of a distant mountain peak, and together, we watched in awe, inhaling the altitude-chilled mountain air, drinking in the rising amount of solar energy. I held her to me. I held her tightly, my chin resting atop her sun-colored strands. I could feel her discomfort, her complaints, her sullenness dissipating like a thin fog penetrated by unfettered sunlight. Her joy at witnessing this spectacle of Nature was almost. I lay there on my side close to him and again I can feel his eyes lazily survey my naked body from head to toe. His gaze is like a caress I can feel. I feel the need to give his body the same thorough inspection he has just given mine. I remember something he said to me once, about how amazing he found a woman’s body, my body in particular, to be. How mysterious and with so much to explore and understand, that you could spend the rest of your life with it and it would never lose it’s.