Brittany laid there, her legs spread as wide as she could get them, letting her long fingers massage her engorged flaps, inserting a couple into her h...t canal. Moaning oh so sensually as the one hand lingered between her legs and now the other ran over her breasts, rubbing circles around the pink protrusions that now stood erect, Brittany buried her body a little deeper into the bed she was laying on to reel in the feeling she was giving herself. She felt her tanned body fill up with heat as. Then suddenly she got up and removed her saree and blouse along with the petty coat and started trying the salwar suits purchased and asked me how she was looking. I said u are looking damn sexy and smooched her again. I lifted her in my hands so that she could see herself in the mirror. After trying all the suits see put her tight jeans only with her silky bra which were holding her breasts which were struggling to get out. I started rubbing her breasts and nipples and removed her bra and I. I tentatively took them off and handed them to my mum. She took one look at them and then smiled at me. “I think there is part of your night you aren’t telling me isn’t there? You are such a slut, I can’t believe you let them do that to you” she said in between giggles. “I’ve never done it, does it hurt?” my Mum asked me. “God yes and it didn’t help that Ali has got such a massive cock” I said, again looking for sympathy. “I didn’t want them to Mum they made me, it’s your fault for. I'm not in the mood."Oh shit. This part never occurred to me. How do I explain myself."Um.... I... Mrs. Kring...." I stammered.Michael interrupted, "Mrs. Kring, I think what Andi is saying is that she is in this class."Kring gave Michael a quizzical stare."Mrs Kring, this is Andi. Andi Lembke." Don't play with me, Michael. I'm not blind. I know what Andrew Lembke looks like, and---" It's me, Mrs Kring," I spoke using my boy voice.A shocked gasp swept over the room. A few murmurs of "fag" and.