I am born and brought up in Bengaluru. I am working as a researcher. This true incident is about me and a high school teacher who actually never taugh... me. We never even spoke to each other during my school days.Let’s call her ruth. Ruth was a 23-year-old fair, short and slightly skinny lady when I was in my 8th grade. She was cute and was very popular among the boys in my school as she was very friendly. She got married when I was in my 9th grade and left to Dubai along with her husband. Nine. ‘I don’t have the time to get redressed and still make it to the restaurant in time.’ I am supposed to meet Ashley in about an hour and it would take me longer to find something else that would make me look this good and still be conservative. I hope that I still have those ballet flats that I bought last year. If not then I am going to have to change my outfit. And I really don’t want to. Well needless to say I found a pair of espadrilles after about ten minutes of searching. I really don’t. Between crying spells and vomiting, it looked like it was going to be a long night. Darla finally got her out of the tub and dried off, slipped a robe on her, and called me to help put her to bed. She was passed out by now. I picked her up and put her on the sofa and we both went to bed.Darla passed on a good fuck for the night and said she was close to her period anyway and we probably should pass. It sounded okay to me, too, so out went the lights and soon everyone was asleep.I awoke to see. So before we started I went and checked that our grandparents we still downstairs watching tv , and then returned to her room she stood took off her nightdress and i saw my first pair of boobs i examined them and her nipples got hard as did my cock which i was trying to hide after around 5 minutes of playing with her boobs i pulled down her cotton panties to reveal a growing bush of dark hair. As i fumbled around she opened her legs and allowed me to see my first pussy i was to scared to touch.