The story dates back to 2007 when we were 15yr old. Jiya (name changed for safety reasons) and I were friends since childhood as we love insane societ... and are of same age. We were in the same school initially and also doing tuitions with the same teacher. Later on, after 5th std, i joined hostel and so we use to meet only during my vacations. Mine was only boys school and no girls so we would check out the young teachers over there. When I was in 9th std, my friends would talk about their. She stood up and reached behind her for the zipper to her gown. "Don't want to wrinkle my gown or everybody will know what I've been doing."Ryan thought, but didn't say, that they were only doing what it seemed that everybody else was. He watched the beautiful woman pull her gown from her body and drop it to the floor. He almost gasped when her nakedness was revealed. The only articles of clothing that she still had on was a pair of thigh high nylons and high heels. He had never seen her look. Greg moved position and pulled his fingers out leaving a trail of slime across her thigh. The liquid looked and felt like glue as it clung to my fingers and knuckles each time I pulled them back to the opening of her slit. In one swift motion Greg removed his shorts and pants and squatted on the sofa.“Jesus Christ!” Mrs. Robinson squealed as his long cock sprang into view, “that thing’s bloody massive! Was it that big when….?” “When I was fucking your daughter?” Greg laughed, “Of course. You can let that happen, too, as you relax and listen to my words. ‘It feels so perfectly natural, falling into trance as you take another slow, gentle, easy breath. Your body can feel the rise and fall of your chest, and you can hear the soft, whispering sighs of every exhalation, every inhalation, every step deeper into my trance. And you can even see it, when your eyes are open. You can see your own breaths, focused on the motion of your chest exactly like you might focus on a pendant or a.