We rested a few more minutes before continuing the rest of the way to the hotel. I could tell that she was tired even though she tried not to show it....We stood in the hallway in front of my door for a few minutes talking about the rest of the day. Before I headed into my room I pulled her into me and kissed her again and asked if I could see her later that night. She smiled and said something in French again before kissing me and heading down the hall to her own room. I watched her as she. She lay there her slightly saggy plump breasts flattened out as she lay on her back, dull brown short hair sticking out against the dark blue of the pillow behind her head, mascara slightly smudged. Getting up on his knees he told her to turn over and position herself on her knees doggy style and entered her from behind without any foreplay, grabbing hold of her short spiky hair and grunting he pumped away into the body of the drunk woman, uncaring whether she was comfortable or not. For him it. Just as he was about to cum Smita looked up and asked if she was really that bad in biology? He shook his head violently saying no and added “very good indeed “. He grabbed her pony tails & thrust his cock deep into her throat & at that point she too went down hard and sucked until he shot a huge load down her waiting throat… As he became limp in her mouth his breathing returned to normal Smita cleaned him well & stood up… are you going to change my marks with such good scores in practicals?. A few people still walked their dogs. You could hear kids playing in the neighborhood. I lit a cigarette and waited on the cement steps in the back.I thought about her ass, and how cute she was. Cuter when she was sweaty, breathing hard, not quite so uptight. Shame about the kid. She interfered with my fantasies. Too bad her dad wasn't there to take her on the week-ends.After half an hour, Teresa came back with a pizza box and a Pepsi 2-liter.She got out of the car smiling. Damn she was.