There were a lot of cute girls at school and I masturbated quite often, because I knew I couldn’t have any of them, I was too ordinary. There was t...is girl, Marilyn, in my chemistry class. She was about 5’8′, long blonde hair, perky chest and lovely long legs. She always wore a dress, never saw her in pants. Sometimes she would wear panty hose, other times not, either way her legs were incredible. The teacher broke us up into groups for a project and I got paired with Marilyn. I could tell she. Me door jakar bait geya kuch der bat mummy achanak kuch sojte huwe boli didiko. Kya aisa ho sakta hai, aur mummy mere taraf dekne lagi.. mera aur didi ke samaj me nehi aya. Mummy fir didi ke karib jakar kuch kehane lagi didi ne nehi mummy aisa nehi ho sakta kehate huve meri taraf dekne lagi, mera kuch samaj me nehi aa rahata. Fires mummy use samja rehi ti. To didi boli o chota hai aur kehate huw chup hogeyi, mummy boli jorse bus yeha ek hi rasta hai, nehi to hum sab marjana hi teek hai, hum sab. .. ?”I simply refused to believe that she’d cheated on him. I shook my head again.“Ignore that! I wouldn’t believe it anyway.”He smiled ruefully, puffing slightly through his nose. “No, she didn’t cheat on me. Not physically.”“I still don’t get it. You imagined that she was looking at someone else?”“I said it wasn’t about sex,” he sighed at my obstinate refusal to accept his words.“No you didn’t,” I protested. “You said it wasn’t physical on your side. Not the same thing. Besides, it was about. When they were off, she started to head towards the shower when I stopped her."Sit down here on the bench," I told her. "I need to see how dirty you are."She blushed a bit, but did as I instructed. I had her straddle the bench, then I pushed her back to lie on it. I got down between her legs and examined her closely. Her pussy was smooth, and her lips hung down slightly, puffy and red, spread open, as if waiting for something to enter her.I ran my finger from her clit on the top, down her labia.