The lack of attention, positive or negative, was a little startling.Tamara gave me a huge hug when she arrived in the parlor."Good to see you, John! W...at brings you here?" Can we talk? Somewhere privately?" Sure. Want to come back to my room?"I nodded and followed her down the hall. For the first time, Tamara's room was a little bit of a mess. Last night's clothes hadn't yet been put away and a textbook and several folders lay open on the desk. I sat down on the bed and Tamara joined. She agreed and looked at the pics as I showed her. She was really happy with the results and agreed to keep those. I transferred them to my phone and asked her to turn on the Bluetooth to transfer the pics.She did the same and I tried to transfer the pics, but somehow I was very slow. I was getting irritated and so was she. Though I was getting time to admire those lovely melons, She said:Lady: I will take them some other time. We have to go.I: Okay. If you need them now, you can give me your. Iam a fan of this site.As many people are sharing their experiences , I too want to share mine.This was not alike all sex stories.It was a real incident happened to me.So , I will not follow the same pattern of the story writing. My parents live at mumbai I came to study in hyd under the guidance of a servant (he was like my uncle). One day we came to know that a new teacher had come to take that subject.After seeing her my cock got raised up to 15cm. Then onwards I am watching her in a silent. Indicating my desire to trade pictures of me for pictures of men, their cocks and thier wives. The amount of replies my slim, petite, frame adorned in sexy panties attracted was impressive. All sorts of men wanted to fuck me. And they werent shy about telling me so. Its just too bad for them I never intended to meet with any of them. To be fair, in my add I never mentioned meeting, just trading pics. Or course these men wanted more. I cant blame them. My ass was very sexy. I had a short boyish.