She turned on her vibrator and began rubbing it over and around her nipples.Her teacher, Mr.Conner, was 35. He had one, full, tattooed sleeve and anot...er tattoo along his left forearm. She wasn’t fully sure what mixed race he was, but he always had nice, golden skin. He dressed handsomely, always wearing dress shirts with a matching tie, dress pants, and as a bad boy touch, biker boots. Even through his shirts she could see his muscular arms and constantly fantasized about what else lay. "And Bonnie, with legs like yours you could ride home to Blacksburg," Fiona scoffed as she undid the button on mom's shorts. I got the distinct impression that Fiona swung both ways.Mom's tits, as I'd known they would be, were outstanding! Bigger and rounder than Fiona's they still rode high and firm on her chest in spite of her being in her thirties and the mother of two.Meanwhile I, who'd just gotten out of the shower when Fiona had knocked on the door, was standing with a towel around my. It had a strong smell and therefore I did not like it. But it can warm our body within instant if we rub it on us.I then retired to my room and started reading the paper. Soon I heard a folk song being sung by the maratta woman. I was curious to see what made her such glorious mood. When I reached the kitchen I could see her applying mustard oil all over her body standing in the bathroom and singing loudly. She was completely naked and she was jet black all over. Her body was glistening with. She was dressed simply in black. Black nylon pants with a tight fitting black shit, cut high in the front with long coat tails in the back. Her long raven locks were half clasped to the back of her head in an elegant, old century jaw clip. Her pale skin shone majestically in the moonlight and her eyes sparkled with the stars. Though her body was that of a 20 year old, her eyes… Her eyes were much, much older. Silently the gusting winds that swept past her brought out the familiar yet dulled.