Kavita: Why? That could actually help us here, Kartik. You do realize that you need to be sexually stimulated to be able to do this, don’t you? It i... important that you are erect before you enter me. So, just think I am the same lass you lost your virginity to, and get yourself in the right frame of mind.Kartik: Mom! Please… No! Just stop saying that.Kavita: Why? What is wrong? Why are you overreacting, Kartik?Kartik: Because my first time was with a hooker. I paid for sex! There is no way I. Last time, it took only 5 or 6 thrusts before she began to relent her anal lesson. This afternoon, it isn’t until the the 11th or 12th plow deep inside her asshole before she could no longer hold back her wailing, her lip-biting grunts turning into full open-mouth shrieks with each thrust inside her. But she knows her teacher loves those. It sounds more beautiful than her amateur clarinet playing. 6:45pm. Before I knew it, we are halfway through our lesson. Time flies for the anal instructor,. "She turned and closed the kitchen door giving me a great view of the biggest roundest ass I think I've ever seen. She had on tight fitting jeans and a button up blouse. She stood a little taller than I did, especially in those five inch heels she loved to parade around in."And what might that be?" she asked turning back to me.Had I possibly missed the fact that the top three buttons of her blouse were undone and there was very deep cleavage showcasing a magnificent set of knockers, or had she. The house was dark when I pulled in the driveway. I quickly unloaded my bags and took them to my old room, which was now a guest room. I was exhausted so I stripped down to my underwear and slipped under the covers for a nap. It wasn’t long before I was in dreamland. In my dream I was 18 again and performing my lazy Saturday jack off ritual. I had just turned on the TV and got the tape going when I heard the familiar sound of car tires on gravel. I jumped in my dream and my eyes popped open.