“Mmmmmm, you feel so wet baby, have you been fucking this afternoon?” Rob asked.I playfully pushed him away and told him our son had fucked me aft...r he got home from school this afternoon and that I needed to be fucked some more and then rubbed his cock thru his pants. Rob smiled at me and said well maybe we can take care of that later too. I smiled at him told him I can’t wait! Then Rob said he was going to take a quick shower before dinner and left the kitchen.Twenty minutes later Rob was. He could dial the number… He couldn’t do it. ‘God, stop being such a fucking pussy and call the fucking number,’ he muttered to himself. He stood quickly, and in three strides was grabbing the cordless from the dock. He dialed the number before he could think about it again. He listened to the ring one, twice… three times. He was just about to hang up when he heard a breathy greeting. ‘H-hello?’ ‘Hi.’ Even over the phone he could feel the tension. He heard her sharp intake of breath, waited to. I knew my student was growing up. Hell, she’d had breasts since 13 or so, and the fullness of them in her 18th year was evident to every man in town, whether they spoke of them or not. Many of them did. I had happened into hearing a conversation just a few weeks ago between 3 of the faculty over whether her or Mallika’s are bigger. The conversation had stopped as soon as I rounded the corner of the building, but too late. I’d already heard my student’s name mentioned, and what had been. During our play when I suggested this to my wife she as an Indian woman first refused, but after my repeated request and explanations she slightly gave a positive nod when I told her that the man would be of her choice and she should like the man whjom we select to involve passionately. Among our friends I thought of few but suddenly Shiva’s name came to my mind and I knew that my wife used to praise him more and she likes his behaviors . On that night when I suggested shiva’s name my wife.