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Sex with SG JC Girls 3

... that I noticed from her photos that she was still studying. I told that there was a photo of her against the classroom whiteboard with chemical drawings on it and that I could help her with chemistry as I had taken a three-month course on it for my work. We exchanged messages on where I was working and what CCA she was in. To my surprise, she said that she was failing chemistry and was very worried as her O levels were coming up. She also said that she could not understand what her tuition suggested that we meet on a Fri after school at King Albert Park Mac. When I offered to do so, I had no intention of dating her. I recalled my times struggling with chemistry in secondary school and thought of how wonderful it would have been if someone had helped me then. I told her that I ended gym at 6 and could meet her after. She said that her tuition class ended at 7 and the evening was good. We then exchanged numbers. On Fri at 7.30 pm, I walked around King Albert Park Mac but could not find her inside. I sms-ed her and she replied almost instantly that she was inside and did not see me too. She described what she was wearing. I walked in again and found a girl who fitted the description seated at a corner that I hadn’t walked past earlier. Even if I did, I don’t think I would have recognised her as she had let her hair down. Me: Hi, are you Estelle? E: (Nods and smiles) You must be S! Me: Yups. I’m sorry I couldn’t find you earlier. E: No problem, let me buy you a drink to thank ...

... you for helping me. Me: No la, let me buy you a drink. How can a guy let a girl buy him a drink? E: (Blushes) OK, how about we go buy together, then I won’t feel so bad? Me: Sure, as long as you let me buy! As we walked down the steps to the counter and she tied her ponytail at the same time, I couldn’t help but walk half a stride behind her. She was petite, approximately 1.48m and looked like she didn’t weigh more than 40kg. An hour glass figure. Against the outline of her white PE-tee, I could make out the outline of a black bra. Her buttocks brought out her figure well, especially in her red FBTs. She had changed into flipflops instead of wearing school shoes. At the counter, we stood side by side and again, I couldn’t help but admire her beauty. A sweet young thing face, small eyes, sharp nose, a small pair of lips and hair tied back into a ponytail. My eyes drifted down to her chest and I was struck by how such a petite frame could hold the weight of what must have been a pair of B cups. It was the padded sort and so the contours really showed. As I taught her chemistry and we chatted in between breaks about our lives, I could feel a sense of well, chemistry, building up between us. She would pat my palm when she teased me and we would look into each other’s eyes while laughing. Time flew by and it was 11 pm before we knew it. I asked her if her parents were coming to pick her up and she replied that her parents were divorced and her mother was overseas on business. I ...