One day I was with my friends at the bar and talking about our boy’s talk. But I was continuously thinking about my baby seeping my pegs and how to ...et her everyday. Finally an idea struck my mind. Once she told me that her parents don’t even send her for tuitions and was searching for a home tutor. So what if I become her home tutor. As she also have problems with the subject accountancy. And I m also from a commerce background too.The next day I went outside her school to meet her. I told her. "For a moment, I didn't know what to say. In some unconscious way, I think I already knew it, but hearing her say this out loud had caught me off guard. Sure, I had noticed that the way how she sometimes looked at me had felt more than just the look of a good friend. However, I wasn't sure how to respond to her confession, but in the end, I thought that my actions would explain it better than I could tell her in words.I moved closer to her and when I was sitting next to her, I moved my face. In addition to her sense of humor, and humility she is one of the most sensitive and considerate persons I have ever met. I adore my wife. We rarely discuss sexual fantasies however; we do include sex toys and talk of other persons being present and participating with us when having sex. Being more vocal when it comes to fantasying then she is, I had made several comments to her that it would be so erotic to watch her be seduced, turned on, and then fucked by another man. Knowing that he was. I had hoped my son would somehow be different from every other man in my life, all of whom I saw as hard lessons learned.Now my small breasts are exposed, the bra slipping down my arms to fall between us. Two sets of fingers and thumbs roll my puffy, hardening nipples roughly. "Are they sensitive, mother?" Oh yes!" They are. If my beauty is a curse, then so too are my body's reactions to intimacy. I often hated that fact more than any other."I've wanted you for so long, mother. I have wanted.