I like how she plays the guitar, I like the way her breast stretch the black vest she wears. I like the way her ass moves when she runs, I like when s...e whispers and when she touches my hair. I have never had sexual feelings for a girl, and the feeling was much more satisfying than for a man. In a short amount of time I found myself constantly dreaming of her, during class, during dinner, while I'm sleeping and just lying in bed. Especially when I was lying in bed. The time went by and Stells. I had an explosive orgasm. My hips went into a spasm. My pelvis suddenly hunched forward on to the brush, I shot a stream of squirt out of my vagina and screamed as a wave of pleasure erupted from my crotch. My knees buckled and I collapsed on top of the artist, who was crouched in front of me. I am not sure if I have ever had a stronger orgasm.We both ended up on the ground, tangled up. The other models and artists just stood there, dumbfounded, as to what just happened. The artist. ?”yes..”, she replied with a shy-filled smile. Again I kick-started the scooter and raised the engine three-four times to keep it warm. She was blushed and was very shy; told ‘thank you so much’ and left. I too left to my flat and that day also passed as usual. Next day morning, I was bit late at the ground. After completing two-rounds, I have seen the lady whom I helped the previous day in the track. She was walking in a high pace. As I was running, I overtook her and just looked back. She. His eyes were unfocused and he was a mess. Vicky asked, ‘This is the handsome gentleman who took us to dinner?’ His head was whirling, trying to organize itself for a busy week. There were hard rugby practices every day before the weekend competition. He had an English paper due Wednesday that was hardly started. There was a practice passing out exam in math on Thursday. He dimly realized why schoolmasters preferred to keep the sexes apart. Hormones needed to be suppressed if book learning was.