I had seen Henrietta eyeing Mister Monroe’s below the belt geography and knew she was one shrewd cookie when it came to playing Miss Innocence for t...e grown-ups and spreading it around hot and heavy where it really counted.My estimate was that poor Mister Monroe would find he might be in a lot of hot water getting up close and personal with an eighteen year old student with and ass that was truly “hot to trot”.He came into the room looking pushed for time and checking his watch like he wanted. This was the second anniversary of my wedding night. Our first anniversary wasn’t significant because I was still in college, working two jobs, and I had very little money. Tonight is going to be different. My wife had called a told me to hurry home. She said she had something extraordinary planned for that night. When I arrive home, there is an extra car in the drive. I walk through the garage door into the kitchen, and I find my sweet wife cooking a special anniversary dinner. My. Then I went out to help her with her luggage. She hugged me and said, “Thank you” when I kept her last piece of luggage in her room.Then I set the thermostat to 25 degrees to warm the room and asked her if she needed any help.She: I’m good for now. Thank you so much for helping me.Then I smiled and left to continue cooking my brunch. After some time, I knocked at my new Punjabi roommate girl’s door to offer some food. She was in a bathrobe, water dripping from her hair and just out of the. ‘So, Doctor, how do you want me?’, you said, stretching your arms out. ‘Err...would you be able to lay down and raise your legs up and apart for me?’, I answered. Without hesitating you pushed yourself up the bed, lifted your lingerie up to reveal the most exquisitely waxed pussy, and parted your legs for me. ‘Like this?’, you sighed, almost moaning. In response my cock was instantly erect again and showing obviously through my trousers. ‘My, Doctor, what’s that in your trousers?’, you.