She was moaning inside my mouth as I squeezed her tit hard. I got up & saw Neeraj was kissing her neck & squeezing her other tit. I asked Swati to get...naked & she started removing her saree. Neeraj & I removed our clothes & within minutes we all were in just our underwears. I was in a frenchie, Neeraj in his boxers & Swati in a red bra & panty. Lets go to the bedroom Neeraj said & I picked Swati in my arms & carried her towards the bedroom & dropped her on the bed. She fell & her legs opened &. Miss Smyth was then aged in her mid-thirties which was quite young to be a headmistress at a private girls school.A number of the girls including Beverley, who then had the surname of Collingwood, had quite a crush on Miss Smyth but she always appeared very aloof.Beverley had become head girl at the school but she lost that title when she was caught writing a very derogatory message on a blackboard about one of the teachers. She also found herself bent over Miss Smyth's desk with her knickers. I don't know where that appreciation came from as no one in my immediate family was a car freak, but I certainly wasn't complaining.I'd been out and about the Lake as a high school senior when I visited my grandmother for most of a summer, and knew of a secluded, out of the way little spot to take my picnic. Although not a legal beach, the water stayed shallow for a short distance so that swimming was possible, if illegal.I laid out a blanket from my motel room on a warm, grassy little slope. Marty put his hands on top of Steph's thighs and it made the woman shake once, almost as if static electricity went from his hands to her flesh; but it was merely from the sexual touch of a son to his mother.All of it took place within seconds but to the related couple it seemed like long minutes. Steph, besides seeing her son's face get closer to her pussy, could also feel it come closer by the unmistakable warmth of his breath washing over her sensitive crotch. She felt his warm hands stroke.