She said "Aamir! You were always nice, well-mannered, unlike most of the brash or loud boys of your age I knew. I have been obsessed with you, specifically with your body and cock... I could barely keep my eyes off your bulging crotch ever since I met you for the first time in your house. Christ, You were always there before me but...!
I, in turn, had tried to keep my gaze off her lushly rounded figure; but she knew that I could see through her disguise - and that I always liked what I saw! Even with her long blonde hairs that touched her round bottoms, and her skirts and top that she wore whenever in the past she visited to teach my sisters. Ms. Jane couldn't hide her firm round firm breasts, sexy ass, and elegant long shapely legs.
Aamir, you don't know - how I have wanted you!"
Today noon when I returned to my house after I met you,
my full breasts ached. My nerves faltered as I retreated into the bathroom at the end of the corridor, staring at herself in the full-length mirror there.
With my long shimmering hair down around my bare shoulders, I found myself sensual.
My eyes drank in the sight of my proudly erect, creamy-skinned breasts, crowned with two large russet nipples - my narrow waist - my softly curved hips. The silken tangle of my golden pubic hairs was shining and gleaming with my excitement, the lips of my pussy looked unusually cute, and I had to fight an urge to start finger-fucking myself right there in front of the mirror but I decided, why to cheat myself when a nice and young cock that was there waiting for me?
"God, I want to be fucked and sucked!" I whispered out loud, the throbbing deep in my wet vagina becoming wild with animalistic lust. My aching, trembling body felt ripe for fucking - to the point of bursting from the pressure after a decade and more of frustration.