I did not want this to end. I will sort it out tomorrow or tonight after we have finished making love. Mario smelled so good. The one thing I was very...picky about is personal hygiene. I can’t stand women or men that do not smell good. Mario smelled great, he put on some cologne also because I could tell by the way he smelled. He put his leg over mine and laid half on top of me. He began to kiss me deeply which made me want more than kissing. I felt for his cock and found it. It was already hard. A while back, the Assistant Principal had called a meeting at her home after school to discuss an idea to prevent students from skipping so many classes. Her solution to the problem was unique, to say the least.The following Monday, I walked into my classroom wearing spandex pants, a tube top, and heels. Looking more like a hooker than a teacher, I began a normal day of classes. Except that my students were leering at me as I walked around the room checking everyone's artwork in progress. As a. I thought to myself lets dress up as a traditional indian housewife this time. SO i bought a nice white one with some nice pink design and then i went to a shop where the lady customer had just walked out and there was only the shop owner alone inside. I went and asked for my size of bra with Cor D cups. He was a bit confused( this is India and not many guys shop for female lingerie her e). Well he showed me a few designs and i picked one with the biggest cups available and a nice lace panty. Only I _was_ Mary, or was I? It had been me, themale me, Dan, there in the tub with Mary when it had happened for real.This time out, I was -- shit! -- I was Diane and it was Jeff, not Mary inthat tub with me. I remembered screaming his name, clawing at his back ashe... hell, I didn't even want to _think_ about it.And why did I still feel so good? I looked down at myself. This wasgetting unreal. My left hand was on my breast, caressing it as one fingerplayed with the nipple. My right hand --.