"Jeez, is that guy gonna see you again?" Chris asked."Yeah, he said he'd call me." He must be real rich." He says he is." He must be," Chris said, "to...part with all that money." I know." Doesn't it excite you... I mean that he'd pay us to play?" Yeah, exciting!"They passed Mr. Towson, the English teacher, a tall handsome man who had sandy hair, glasses, a very masculine face and body."You know about him?" Chris whispered, pointing."No." I heard he's got a cock big as a fence post." Oh, come. She did the same.I started kissing her and she asked me to do a French kiss. We were sucking our lips. I put my hand around her shoulder and pressed her right boob. She wearing a thin petticoat. I was playing with her nipples, circling around them. She was pressing my shirt and placed her hand on my dick above my pant.I opened my zip. She took down my jockey and held my dick with her soft hands. I was in seventh heaven. We broke our kiss and saw if anyone was seeing us. But all the couples were. I did the same to her right foot and by that time she was moaning in blissful ecstasy as she pulled her feet from my grasp to lay her knees flat and spread wide on the carpet in front of me in anticipation of me finally fucking her. I then moved forward a little to kiss and tongue the inside of her ankles and the inside of each of her exquisite shapely thighs. Jigna’s erotic moans suggested that she wanted my cock inside her immediately but I persisted. Moving up to her navel, which I also. As time grew my crush on her grew too, I felt nice being close to her, we were comfortable in each others company, now she used to wear jeans and t-shirt sometimes and also her chunri was absent whenever I went to her for tuition. She used to discuss her marital problems with me on how her husband never cares for her (he works in an MNC, leaves in morning and comes tired in night) and also how I am important to her as I am her only friend in Hyderabad (she is from Bangalore), all these made me.