It so happened, that one of my student was to be taught at 9pm till 10pm and as usual I went into his house as the door was slightly open. I proceeded...directly into my students study room. I look all round, but my student was missing.Suddenly I could hear the footstep voice of a lady with payal moving towards my room. It was my student’s mother brushing her long hair with her towel and drying it, she entered the room and Little did I realize what was in store for me.The sight was amazing, a. " She said. "Perfect." As she zipped up the back. "Now for the shoes," she muttered. "Your feet are a little bigger than mine." She rummaged around the wardrobe and produced a pair of open toed high heels. "Here, try these!"They were a bit tight but I managed to squeeze my feet into them. "Oh you do look good!" She said as she smiled. "Now show me your best catwalk impression."I stumbled across the room losing my balance a few times but started swinging my ass and hips which seemed to help. She. Jennifer finished first, in large part because she wasn't wearing anything under her shirt and pants. She tried to help, tugging at Dave's jeans, but when it became obvious he was undressing as fast as he could, she backed off. Still grinning, she knelt on the floor her arms on the couch. One hand snaked back to part her lower lips and lightly stroke her whole pubic region.Dave chuckled as he finished shedding his clothes and approached. They'd begun having intercourse in this position more and. . . then. . . . HEDONISTIC GIRLWe seek ourselves in metaphors,Never knowing who or what we areUntil we learn who and what we are not,And, bereft of the opposite sex,I wonder as I wander, seeking, on my quest,A mirror to mirror my true soul,A fountain of the deep that is deeper yetThan the soul I keep, a looking-glassThat does not look upon a topsy-turvyWorld of white rabbits and caterpillars,But it is too much, I think, to ask,And I simplify, hearing, smelling, tasting,Touching, blind to the.