As she got in she said "Thank God I haven't stopped thinking about you since Wednesday". We talked a while, she was 24 years old, slim, pretty, blonde... she was wearing jeans and a black top with a leather jacket. She was called Trudi.I said "Do you know how old I am?" she replied "I don't care I fancy you rotten". I said "You want to come back to mine" and as she squeezed my thigh she said "Oh yes please". As I drove home she said her relationships with men have been so unlucky and she hasn't. The end of the lesson came all too soon. The teacher dismissed the class and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was weird saying goodbye to them as the walked passed me having one last look at my naked pussy. When they’d all gone the teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different type of pose. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that. “Not in public I suspect, did you enjoy it? He asked. I think I actually blushed a bit as I. One of the greatest aspects of our relationship is that we can be completely honest with each other, especially when it comes to desires and sexual appetites. There is no fear of judgment from her or from me. Over the years, we have been very experimental in the bedroom, and have sex at almost any available opportunity. We are completely hot for each other.This story begins a few days ago, with us watching some porn together. The porn was showing a woman with two guys. At first the blonde on. Mehul was in and out of his room three or four times. First he showered and returned to his room and then I heard him in the kitchen fumbling around and then I heard him return to his room again but I didn’t hear him close his door completely. “Like father like son,” I murmured staring at my bedroom door two-thirds closed.My son’s bedroom door was partially open when I walked by to use the john. On the way back to my room I peeked inside his room. Mehul was seated on his bed with his back to.