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Interesting story

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Interesting story

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Martha sat down and the lesson started. She was attentive and a good learner for about an hour. In the second hour, she became erratic.

"The room is stuffy," she announced and unbuttoned her pink shirt.

Of course, the room was not stuffy. The split air-conditioner unit in the room made the place to be very cool. How could she claim that it was stuffy?

I could see that underneath the pink shirt was a pink bra. I quickly averted my eyes from her bust.

"Yes, I was talking about Clauses and phrases," I continued, trying seriously to look serious.

"For the grammatical name, the expression will determine if it is a clause or a phrase. If there is a finite verb among the group of words, it is most likely that it is a clause. If there is no finite verb, then it is most likely that it is a phrase."

Martha acted as if I was not even in the room with her. She completely removed the buttons and the shirt.

My mouth opened. "But but, you cant do that," I stuttered. "What if someone comes in?"

"Who will come in? Besides, didnt I say it is stuffy here?"

I sighed. Now, this was serious. It looked like I was watching a steamy movie. How could she be so audacious? Alright, alright, I told myself. Just compose yourself. Be yourself and dont let a girl a small girl - like this control your mind or you!

As much as I tried not to look at her. I could see that the pink bra was really sexy on her. It blended with her skin and everything looked very enticing.

'Alright, a phrase is I mean, a clause is ..."

My mind vacillated. I found concentration very difficult.

'Can I ask a question? she said coolly.

Dumbfounded, I just nodded that she should go on.

'Why is there a bulge there?" She pointed at the swelling in my groin.

It was really embarrassing, but despite my resistance, I could not resist the warming up in that region.

"There is no bulge anywhere," I denied.

To my consternation, she stood up, came to me and gently touched the place.

"Is this not a bulge?" she asked.

I tried to remove her hand from the spot of attraction but she tightened her hold.

"Come on, Martha," I muttered. "You cant do that!"

She finally removed her hand, smiled at me but still remained on the same spot.

Her actions were daring, to say the least.

"Martha, please, dont make do what I dont want to do."

She chuckled. "And what is it that you dont want to do?"

"Look at the way you are dressed and the way youre acting," I said gently.

She put her hands at akimbo. "What is wrong with the way I am dressed and acting?"

"You're tempting a man; cant you see?"

Even as I talked, my bulge grew uncontrollably bigger.

'Are you a man?" she asked.

I felt stung by that question. How could she question my manliness? If I was not a man, would there be a bulge where she had seen it?

Her eyes were staring at my bulge. She continued to stare at it.

Alright, boy, enough of this your hypocrisy. You wanted a taste of something as young, nubile and succulent as this, dont you? Go ahead and enjoy yourself.


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