He was no muscle-bound Atlas, but his body had the look of strength, an immovable object. I longed to not only see it but feel it.He approached me and...handed me my glass. I was about 3 inches shorter than he, so I had to look up at him.That’s when he leaned in and kissed me.Some guys are not good kissers. They merely press their lips against yours and hope for the magic to percolate forth. Others are still squeamish about kissing a guy. Old cultural taboos die hard. Steve suffered from neither. I then expected her to castigate me after class so as not to embarrass my partner in front of the class. However the expected storm did not arrive and we all went home peacefully after submitting our papers. Needless to say I failed in the test when the results were out my parents were summoned and advised to get private tuitions for me in Mathematics.So eventually my private tuitions were fixed up with Mrs. Hemangii whose home I had to visit regularly in order to take it when I arrived at her. She was dripping wet and was clearly enjoying herself. Her pussy was so young and tight and gripped my finger as I penetrated deeper inside her.Could anyone see us?I looked around. If so, I didn’t mind. Anyone watching us would be just as turned on as we were.The music thumped faster and with each beat I teased her tight pussy and started playing with her juicy ass with my other hand. She turned around and brushed her tits across my chest and we made eye contact. She parted her lips and smiled,. I knew what boobs looked like, but only from photos in dirty magazines. I ... I wanted to touch them. My hand started moving towards them like magnets were involved. But then I caught myself. I just wanted my shirt back. If I started perving on my sister I'd wind up in jail or the hospital or worse.Sharon was shrieking like I was murdering her. She got her arms free, and slammed them across against her chest, like she was shutting a lock. I pulled my shirt back into my possession."For god's.