.Me: Rishitaa, you promised you will prove your gender.She: Ok. But don’t you tell this to anyone.Me: I won’t.She then slid down her pants and the... her panties. I saw her white pussy and I just couldn’t stop myself.I turned her to the other side, fingered her with my one hand and pressed her boob with the other hand. Then I kissed her neck, cheek, lips, her shoulders and whatever I could find.She didn’t utter a word, she was in her own orgasmic world. I pressed her bubbly butt. Then I lifted. . I've missed you" I murmured. Had I missed him or was there something in my subconscious that had triggered a response... a response that I'd felt before and was manifesting itself through Brad, as his fingers slid inside me I murmured his name again "Oh Brad... Brad... Brad" and held him tight, now gyrating my hips and working myself against the inserted fingers. One thing I did know was that I liked what he was doing to me... as my pussy became wetter and wetter, letting my legs part a. Was it just Wicklow and Hunter or were there other teachers molesting their students? And perhaps most worryingly, what would happen to her if they ever found out she was really an undercover journalist? Imagine how angry Wicklow would be if he found out! She found herself fantasizing about what might happen. Perhaps Wicklow and the headmaster would find out and want to take matters into their own hands. She pictured herself sitting in front of the headmaster’s desk, nervously chewing a. She wanted him now, but how can that be possible. She just closed her eyes and started fondling her beautiful mounds kneading them with her long fingered hands and sometimes even scratching those nipples with her long nails. Her hands were becoming more and harsher. They were now squeezing her melons and her upper body was lifting itself and then falling on the bed showing her wilderness. Her teeth were biting her pink lips and drops of sweat emerged all over her face, on her neck, her.