I slowly start to ride you as to not splash water everywhere, while your hands are firmly grabbing my hips. We stare deeply into each other’s eyes a... I continue to slowly fuck you. Suddenly, you grab hold of me tightly and stand up with you still in me, my legs wrapped tight around you. You walk us over to the counter then pull out of me and stand me up. You kiss me deeply and turn me around so my back is to you. You press my wet body against the counter, making my hips dig into the edge of the. She usually wears light coloured cotton sarees and dark blouses which shows her shapes very well.Her ass distracts you whenever she turns to write on the black board. Her curves can make you go mad. Every boy in class will have some or the other fantasy about her. We used to peep whenever she bends down to pick up any pen or chalk piece. It gives a great view of her 36d boobs cleavage which is enough for us to get hard. Exams are not very far from now and I am not so good at her subject. So I. When the full test was over, they would count the clothing articles in each pile and determine Indira’s intelligence score. A passing grade was 75%. The order and method she used to strip her outfit would demonstrate her understanding of the subtle colleague diversion tactics taught by the guest lecturer and counted towards her poise score. Her ability to identify Ned’s sensual points also counted toward poise. There would be a final poise step when Indira ran out of clothes. For the remaining. At first it had been part of my fitness training. Deirdre would suggest worshipping Brigit at the top of the next hill. That would often be enough to keep me going the extra hundred yards. I’d collapse in a panting heap and Deirdre would bury my face between her legs. Her warm pussy revived me time after time. Even the thought of her nakedness under the full skirt climbing the hill ahead of me gave me more incentive. Now I could keep up with Deirdre on the hills she switched to demanding.