She grabbed my wrist and started to dance side to side. “Don’t! I love ABBA. It’s my guilty little pleasure.” She sang along to the song and I...found myself relaxing. After our little dance around my room, we sat on the bed, side by side. I found myself starting to stroke her back with my fingers. Little sighs escaped her and she closed her eyes. I softly stroked her shoulders, down her spine and the sides of her torso. An expression of bliss is on her face, eyes closed and lips apart. I. The plaque on the door stated this to be the office of Vice Principle a Mr A. Carver. The man took the seat behind the desk and gestured to the seats in front of his desk as an invitation for us to sit down. Once we were settled, he opened a folder on his desk. He perused the contents for a few seconds before bringing his attention to my mother and me.“I have here your entrance test scores, which I must commend you on Jack. There is just one point I wish to clarify. It states here that your age. Please Sir. May I cum now? Please Sir I cant hold&hellip, Yes Lace! Now! Cum for me now! She did. The room spun, went black as her body gave way to the strength of the orgasm. Liquid flooded from her pussy, clit jumping and pulsing with the wave of the intensive release. He held her tight while she withered and screamed. While her climax was peaking he pulled the bullet out, picked her up and slid his hard cock inside her tight hot pussy. Furiously he fucked her hard against the wall with her. She told me her address and the meeting time was fixed at 8 am.I reached at scheduled time at her given address.I rang the doorbell of her house. My heartbeats were high as it was the first time I was meeting with my teacher with a different intention. She opens the door.And there was my dream girl.In my fav dress.Black designer kurta with tight churidar.She welcomed me and made me sit on the sofa. She moved to the kitchen for bringing water.However, she was looking so hot that I couldn’t.