I tried to ward off my hot feelings by watching porn and trying to fap, but nothing worked. Finally, I went to Kaamna’s room to check if everything ...s alright. She had changed into a white micro mini skirt and a sky blue half sleeves top.My eyes were glued to her toned thighs, and my responses became slower. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs. I stood gaping at her, with no particular agenda. Then she spoke slowly, uttering the words that were like music to my ears.Kaamna: Chandu, I need. As I said before her diary gives brief notes which I then get the details of when I ask questions of her while having a wank.This next one goes back to 1990 when she wrote in her diary, "Tunde came round again. He had a video with him! made him leave film with me, might have to make something up". That was all the entry said. I know from previous entries that Tunde was a Nigerian bloke she had fucked on a few occasions.M knows and lets me look at her diary cos she knows they turn me on. Tunde. This one person I met who happened to live in the same city as I do and there was only one thing she wanted to talk about: sex!To say she was flirty would be a real understatement; she used to share her horniest fantasies with me and I did the same with her. I asked her if she ever met people she knew on-line in real life and she told me she was really scared to, in case anyone found out, she was married with grown children, as I was.As a joke one day I suggested that she put on a little show. I was not ready for what I was about to read. “Dearest Brandi, It seems as though you have sent me a naughty picture instead of the essay I have so graciously assigned to you. I am starting to question your motives in this course, because as it stands, you have a 62%. Did you even do the project I have requested, or is this a plea for a better grade? As it stands, I have two options as to how to go about this. 1. I can turn you and the picture you sent me in to the dean of the school board and.