She put the thick tissue in her hand up to her eye. She had a tiny vile of fake tears hidden deep inside the tissue for when her eyes dried out . With...precise moves, no one would ever know what she was not really crying. ‘We were going to get married.’ she lied with a deep sigh . ‘That’s why I am offering a million dollar reward for his safe return home to me.’ she looked as sad as she could, still managing to flirtatiously bat her eyes towards the camera. ‘I miss him so badly,’ she cried the. She mostly dressed in tight indian wear with open hair. She looked stunning but it was her persona and charm which really got me. Her smile threw a lot students off balance. The tender lips with a light pink lip gloss with black eye lining, still give me the chills. Thinking of her, my hand automatically went down and I started stroking my boner. The setup of the empty classroom turned me on even further and I started getting in the feel. I was jerking myself off about to reach the peak, when. My mom and sister kept their luggage in my room and changed into some comfortable clothes.My mom was in a saree as usual but with a low cut blouse. My sister changed into suit and salwar but was without dupatta in the flat. I saw my flatmates ogling them from time to time and enjoy their cleavages. They all also became comfortable talking to them.One day I saw two of my flatmates peeping into the bathroom of my room. My mom had gone for a walk to buy some household items and my sister was. He then deleted the pictures for her piece of mind. Placing the blind fold back, he moved around and started licking her freshly shaved pussy and Monica could feel another orgasm building. “For god sake just fuck with that cock of yours stop teasing me I want your cum.”Smiling Pete moved between her legs and held his cock in his hand and moved it along her pussy lips covering his cock with her juices. Monica moaned at the feeling “Fuck me please fuck me!” Doing again and again it was driving.