It was one of the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life. Then she backed up towards me and began to bounce on my crotch. I grabbed her tits as she...did this and I could barely fit it all in my hands. She got back up and walked back to where she was and pulled her short shorts all the way off. She turned back around to face me and began to pull off her shirt. I almost came all by myself as her tits jiggled when they fell out of her shirt. She began to move her hips around and play with her. Uspar wo boli bahot smart ho tum to…. Jaldi bade ho gaye tum. Aur kya kya karte ho? Maine sharmate hue kaha ki masterbate karta hu kabhi kabhi. To unhone kaha kaise karte ho muze batao. Main sharm se niche dekhne laga….. Ye sari baate karte karte mera penis hard hone laga aur lungi me khada hone laga. Ye teacher ne notice kiya ……. Unki nazar baar baar wahi ja rahi thi. Unhone fir se puccha are batao baba main kisi se kuch nahi kahungi. Kaise karte ho tum masterbate? …. Mera gala sukh raha tha ,. ........Rina was from the southern districts of Bengal, those bordering on the Bay, but very early in life, circumstances had brought her into the flesh trade in Calcutta from which she was slowly trying to extricate herself. Rik had been born when she was still shy of adulthood but somehow his presence had made her dream of being something different and in this she had latched on to Shanta-bai, Calcutta's last classical singer in the kothi traditions of nawabi Lucknow. Through her she had. There was even a video of her on her knees naked outdoors sucking two cocks. I thought this was brilliant and couldn't understand why I was getting so turned on by this. I kept quiet about it and made a point of looking through her phone for more filth. It became a weekly ritual. Some weeks there were nothing but most weeks there was plenty! Eventually we split up as you do at that age and my fantasy remained. I had other girlfriends but none who shared my fantasy. Not that I even asked, I just.