“Good timing Heather!, you saved me a call later, Mary and I have to fly to Malaysia for a meeting with a new client. Don’t know how long we’ll...be gone!” kissing my on the cheek before piling into a black cab at the curbStanding staring as the cab drove off then going inside and shutting the door. Well at least this time Phillip deemed me worthy of a phone call. Placing my gloves into my coat pocket, my hand coming into contact with a strange card, removing it reading the name embossed on it,. I just showed up in a dress,the seventh grade isn't really a bastion of maturity and acceptance. Ididn't have any delusions it would go over great. I try to take itstride. I get to my first class, where we are seated alphabetically and Iam right by the door. I swoop into my desk. Even I, a full time geek,find our section on erosion a tad dry. Mrs. Nottingham tries to make itinteresting, but most of the students just don't care about how riverdeltas are formed. Once again, my teacher. That night she was wearing chudidar, I slid my hand into her chudidar touched her bare stomach slowly went up, I was going up inch by inch reached her ribs damn scared I was able fell my heart beating very fast but pleasure of touching helped me to go forward.When I reached the bottom of her breast realized she was wearing a bra I just squeezed her breast from above her bra. She made a movement and at once withdrew my hand from inside her dress. As I saw her face I almost got a heart attack,. She was wearing a one piece tight grey dress made out of some kind of clingy material that revealed every single curve and hollow of her luscious body. In her arms she carried a laundry basket. "I've got some errands to do this afternoon, and I was hoping if you could do the laundry for me. You will, won't you?" She pouted. I agreed without hesitation, and Beckeys face broke out in a sunny smile. She gave a little giggle of joy, causing the bodice of the dress to jiggle attractively..