She gets angry easily but that did not change that fact that she was hot as hell! I turned to my dresser going to fetch my phone, when the phone rang....Phone rings "Hello?"-Me "Yes is Diana there?" "Sorry no she is out right now."-Me "Ok when she gets back tell her I need to speak with her, ok?" "Sure thing..mrs.?Who is this?"-Me "This is Ms. Sullivan."-Ms. Sullivan "Ok ill tell her."-Me "Thanks, bye."-Ms. Sullivan "Bye."-Me I put the phone down "Well now that that is out of the way time to do. I am in Mba 2nd year and my girlfriend too and my girlfriend name is smriti she is from Agra a very homely girl shy and all and she is 5″11 fair with 32 size boobs round gaand and a flat tummy and all these features plus a simple face makes her very pretty.Our affair was of 3 years and we were dead serious about each other marriage and all. I am from Delhi so I am pretty open minded and she had friends our seniors whom I did not know she used to drink with them and late night parties I never. All of this while staring at me. Needless to say, my fat cock had refilled with blood and was hard as it had been on the plane when it landed at the airport. It took all I had to keep from touching myself while this goddess did her love dance on my bed. Lacy turned around on her knees and bent over showing me one of the best rear views I had ever seen. She had a very tight ass and there was no hair between her naturally spread ass cheeks. I was admiring the swollen lips of her pussy that. It was warm and I wiggled very slightly and began to read the poem about men and women and “feeling myself…alive” and Mr. Emerson was rubbing my back. “What do you think,” he asked. “It’s nice,” I said, not knowing what else to say and then blurted out: “Your hand feels nice on my back Mr. Emerson.” and he rubbed up and down my spine. My legs were getting weak and I moved into him. “Are you okay?” he asked and I could only nod and hope he wouldn’t stop rubbing me. “I need a good grade,” I.