It wasn't body odor though. It was the smell of the olive oil I used as lubricant, and the smell of the very highly refined hydraulic fluid which stil... stained my jeans. I was no longer leaking, but it still smelled on my clothes and possibly on my fake skin. I absolutely did not exude a pleasant odor at all.Before I climbed into the fiberglass shower stall, I examined my body in the large vanity mirrors. They were the cruise line's idea of glitz. I could see my body reflected in every possible. That is my idea of heaven to be in the middle of a two girl and me sandwich. "Cindy," I said "Since this is your first time to make love with us I want to make it very special for you. Would you like that?" "Very much," was her reply so we all moved around so Cindy was in the middle. Kim and I slowly and gently made love to her raining kisses and caresses all over her body. Cindy laid there moaning and breathing hard while we paid homage to her beautiful body and soul. I slid down to her feet. The secretary knew who I was, of course. The assaults were only a few weeks ago and the school had started getting its act together in several ways. She was still reluctant because he wasn't just busy alone; he was having a meeting.I insisted some more. Did she really expect me to be sympathetic about some random meeting? No doubt one of hundreds, if not thousands, he has a year. My saying, "I'll call Mom then" as I pulled out my phone resolved the issue. Mom has been negotiating with the. Teacher: Kya 2 saal se?Main: Ha.Teacher: Kya milta hai dekhke.Main: Ji woh…Teacher: Ji woh kya. Kya karoge dekhke.Main: (main bhi thoda khulne ki koshish karne laga) Ji woh accha lagta hai dekhke.Teacher: Accha lagta hai matlab, kya karoge uske saath.Main: (main khul gaya socha dekhte kya hoga woh) Woh jo karna chahiye.Teacher: Accha toh mein ab ye kurti nikal du toh tu kuch karega. (ab gussa kam lag raha tha)Main: Ji.Teacher: Chal bata kurti nikal du toh kya karega.Main: Maine dekha hai ki.