) “Haan ji Sir. Aur kuch Sir?” (Yes definitely Sir. Anything else Sir?) I asked. Suresh Sir gave me a very stern look. I got cold feet with that f...cial expression. “Idhar aa jara!!” (Come here.) As I took 5 tiny steps towards the Suresh Sir, I got a drop of sweat rolling down from my face towards my lips. He quickly grabbed me by my hand and pulled me down saying “niche” (Down). I quickly understood what I was supposed to do.Without any further delay I sat on my keens facing towards Suresh Sir. I don’t know how long this went on. She sucked me, it seemed like forever, until it came to me that there was an even hotter and wetter paradise than the one I was already in (one without teeth no less ha, ha). No sooner had that thought occurred, than she was on her back in the dirt with her legs spread in the air, staring blankly at the rocky ceiling. Her expressionless face may not have communicated the passion she was feeling, but her pink, wet sex spoke volumes. I stared at it, enraptured. “You’re flirting with me again,” she warned him.“Can’t help it,” he said. “It’s a date. I’m supposed to flirt with you on a date.” There was a pause, as she tried to think of something to say. “Besides,” he went on. “It will be our second date. I might get to kiss you good night.”“I don’t know about that,” she said automatically. She felt a glow, though, at his desire for her. Then she shook her head. He wasn’t supposed to desire her! “I don’t think kissing is the kind of date I had in. Lorrie took my right hand and guided it under the hem of the caftan. The heat of her soft skin made my cock throb and she felt it poking her in the ass. She moved back closer to me and I slid my hand over her thigh towards the junction where I knew something wonderful was lurking. She let her thighs fall open and I slid my hand over her soft pubic hair and found she was wet between her legs. I deftly maneuvered my fingers between her swollen pussy lips and found her clit. She immediately arched.