All the sixth-form girls at Grammar School had worn roll-ons as a matter of course, as much to provide a comfortable way to hold up their stockings as...to suppress unsightly bulges. I was too busy watching her to attend to myself. My drainpipe jeans take some getting off, and Ivy knelt down to help me. She took off my socks, picked up my feet one by one and kissed my toes, then began to pull off my jeans, a big smile on her face. I jack-knifed at the waist, and dragged my sweater over my head.. She got the hint & raised her buttocks little to let my hand under her. She was having firm buttocks. Now, my fingers finger pride settled in her ass and doing some serious jerks. I tried to go bit further but some thing is stopping me. She understood and lifted her hip slightly in order to accommodate my fingers near to her pussy.Suddenly she raised from the seat and sat down again to adjust in such a way that I can easily reach near to her golden temple. I was touching her pussy now. I tried. Body to mast hai, lekin… To sweety puchhne lagi lekin kya, maine kaha, tere jaisa nahi. Woh hasti hui boli mere jaisa? Kyon majaak karta hai. Main kahan itni sundar hun, maine kaha kabhi apne ap ko aine me dekha hai? Woh boli roj dekhti hun, maine kaha waise nahi, pure kapde utar ke aine ke samne khadi ho ja aina bhi sarma jayega, tu itni sundar hai. Ab ladkiyon ko agar woh sundar hai kaho to phule nahi samayengi. Phir hero ne heroin ke chhati se kapre utare to uske chuchi ko dekhke bola, dekh. Yes, I will send them to their god. Oh yes, there it is, the most excellent Cafe De L’Amour. Inside are dozens of souls seeking a destiny. I quickly run my fingers through my hair and enter. My soft footsteps make no sound amidst conversation and light jazz. Ah, there she is: a slender. red-haired woman of absolute Graeco-Roman perfection. Pity, she sits alone, impatiently pouring over a novel: A Man’s Search For Meaning! Yes, she is the one. As she lifts her eyes and glances casually across.