(What happened to this Brahmin lady, suddenly feeling hot?)“Sir, idhukku dhaan ivvalaanalaa kaathindu irrudaen.(I have been waiting for this day). I...was getting turned on every time you were breathing down my neck when we were preparing quotations.”“Enna maa. onnoda husband pathi maranditiyaa ?” (What you forgot about your hubby?)“Avar kidakkaraar ashamanjam, Sushma porandha deliverykku apporam, andha brahmanan sexlaey interested kaamikkradhu illaey.” (Forget that silly man, after Sushma’s. I felt a rise in my shorts at the thought of rubbing her tummy and legs down.I was so excited that I fumbled with the cap to the oil and dropped it.Cas bent over and when she did she brushed my hard cock with her ass.I didnt think she would ever get it.It seemed like minutes as she raised up and gave it back to me with a develish smile.She knew what she was doing to me and she loved it.She was teasing me to see how far she could go.Let me tell you not much further.She then said do my legs first. I quickly put in the combination to my locker and pulled it open. I was surprised to find a note on top of all my books. It said: To Katachi, I was thinking about what you said. We'll talk about it after school. I'll walk you home. Wait up for me. Signed , Milton. Everyone called him Milton but his name was James. He had dirty blonde hair and a smile that would make you melt. He was tall and kind and I loved him more than anyone. I held the note to my heart and thought about our conversation. ”“What the fuck ever.” I quipped. I knew he either was staring at my feet on the couch, or down my shirt. My boobs were squeezed tight into this little bra that made them muffin out. My cleavage looked delicious.He sat down beside my sexy feet, and put his freaking hand on my leg. “You don’t like to cook?” He asked. Then he went to grab the tank top off of my lap, rubbing my cooch in the process. “No, stop…” I said. “I need that.” I pulled the shirt back and put it back on my lap… I was hoping.