But she was strict as well… you see, mine was a boys only school and she did not like to be crossed, and she was a real believer in the practice of ...hysical punishment as part of her disciplinary style... not uncommon, as another characteristic of the system back then, which was hugely influenced by the English educational system. The disciplinary code often incorporated forms of physical punishment to deal with unruly behavior; it was a widely accepted method then. I recall that she had a. From then on we interacted often, almost continuously on chat, we’d sometimes meet after work. She would open up a lot about her personal life, even matters of her family. One day she even spoke about how she missed being physical with Rohit and how she let love affect their casual hookups.We decided to meet one weekend for a movie after the movie ended, we grabbed a quick bite. We were then wondering what to do next, as it was too early in the day. It was around 3 pm. She then suggested we. I know how I look, luxuriating here on the black bedspread which shows up my too pale skin, the lightly sagging breasts and stretch marks after Janna’s birth. I look like the woman I am, close to middle age, a body that shows signs of life. It does not matter, not with this man, not with this friend. It does not even matter that he had only become more stunning over the years, his physique settling into the definition of manhood, muscles and lines simply asking to be touched. I try to reach for. The scruff of his cheek tickled her neck as he kissed, licked, and nibbled at her skin there, amid animalistic grunts of excess. When he pushed the entire length of himself inside her, she squealed and bit his earlobe. She sat on the end of the table and wrapped her legs around his waist, straining to encompass the girth of his upper arms with her hands as she rocked up and down on his pulsating member. As her breath became labored and fast, he increased his ferocity, raking his fingertips.