Uske wajah se mujhe kaam karne me prb ho rhi thi…Tabhi rima samne aayi.. Nd mere bareye me puchi..Normal se hi hello types conversation hua, fir kya...karte ho..Nd achanak se usney pucha aisey ghoor kyu rahey the… Mai toh sharm me marey pura lal hogaya tha..…Us time room me koi nhi tha… Sab next room me chit chat kar rahe the…Maine mauka patey hi apna ek visiting card diya…Usne ek cute si smile dekar chali gai…Fir maine bhi apna kaam compelete karke ghar janey laga..Ghar pahucha toh whatsapp pe. I did not answer well in class as I wanted to rework that class on same day with her in her office alone.. It was brake and she was not into teaching that day as she was in hangover and after brake she took test and I instead of writing answers praised her beauty and how I admired her legs and lips.. She used to go through our papers just in class only so that she would ask students who did not prepare to rework the class.. She was reading the papers one by one I was just praying she would not. Rhonda looked like a goddess with a darkly tanned muscular body lounging back in a micro bikini, legs splayed wide apart dozing in sun, legs and feet dangling on either side of the lounge chair, feeling the cool contrast of the shallow rippling water on her legs and feet and the hot sun beating down, sweat rolling off filling navel.Rhonda’s flat muscular ripped stomach and lower abdomen showed gaps where the top of the bikini bottom met her stomach.Eventually, the sun made her slightly horny. She could never tell on me for anything again. This would be good. That night, as I fell asleep, I jerked off thinking about what I had witnessed. I had never had a blow job and at his point I really wanted one. The next day, a Saturday, my sister and I were the only one’s home. Jessica came into my room about noon and said, “John, we need to talk”. “Jessica, there is nothing to talk about, I should have told, but I didn’t”, I said. She looked at me for a minute before asking, “Are you.