The other on the bed ramming her wet little pussy with screams and moan in the air. Those eyes moaned harder than her voice. Those eyes gave me an ext...a inch on the cock. She not only moans but also scratches and both turn me on. Then she got on top started squeezing my cock from inside.I held her hip, started ramming from below as well. Those lips giggle in happiness, those eyes swimming in pleasure. Her naked riding body was glowing like the personification of orgasm. And I started to tickle. "Oh zack..." she moaned softly... my hands worked down her body and back up, as i lifted off her tank top, revealing a marvelous set of tit hiddin by a lacy black bra, my hand mad very quick work of that, almost busting the clip off the back of them with excitement. I kissed down her neck to her collier bone and shoulders my hands cupped her breasts, as i rolled her nipples around in my thumbs, hardening them. "Zack, oh my god, Zack..." she moaned softly. i continued further down her body. We became teacher and student again in the morning. I couldn’t enjoy her well in the bus because the children didn’t sleep. Even though I managed to give her some kisses and pinches in her ass and boobs. We reached the school the very next day . The night We planned a section for the next day because it was an off day for the tour participants. I wore a yellow churidar and white bra and pantee and reached her place at 10 am . She opened the door when I rang the bell. It was a house because she. This was largely the result of what she was wearing, or as Barbara was soon realising, not wearing! Just about covering her boobs was a skin tight, light blue top plunging deeply at the front to display a large helping of upper breasts. Barbara could tell that it was skin tight because her breasts were joggling up and down as she walked, clearly unrestrained and with unmistakable peaks where her nipples fought unsuccessfully to break through the smooth material. The skimpy top dropped down to.