Let me talk a bit about Deepa madam. Deepa madam was one of the hottest lady in our college. I am sure almost all boys have fantasized about her while...masturbating. She was dusky, with terrific body shape and a huge but well shaped ass. In about 25 years of afe, she was ripe. I, many times, had thought sruthi and ruby as her while making love with them. Deepa was unmarried and friendly to all students.Deepa madam and there were three other teachers in her group, which we called charlie’s angels. I threw the towel away and went straight for her lips.She wrapped her hands around my head and tightened our grip. We kissed like mad hungry dogs for around 15 minutes. I got very aroused and started to undress her violently. She got scared that I might tear her uniform. So she asked me to calm down and removed it quickly.I threw my underwear in a second and pushed her onto the bed and got over her. I know I should not fuck her directly without an intense foreplay. So started kissing her. Kit was very talented and I came shortly.She put on some music and danced for me in a very sexy and sensual manor.There was a knock on the door, the clock read midnight plus one minute. Kit went to the door and peeked through the tiny hole. She then opened the door and dragged the boy inside.Then Kit stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips as she said, “I don’t remember inviting you boys to our party. Your friend will just have to tell you all about it tomorrow. Now go away so I can. He following story is created for a very, inspiring, lets say, friend.. It does build up to a very rewarding ending, I just wanted to build up some tension before that, trying to describe a few of the many things that'd be going through my head in this scenario :) I do hope you enjoy it and get at least half as horny as I've gotten writing and thinking about it, over and over again >.