I needed to stop her because I was about to lose control too and she was right on the edge.“Climb up on top of me, put one leg either side of mine a...d kneel on the sofa facing me”She dutifully clambered onto the sofa and positioned herself as instructed. I kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwined, kissing me back in a frenzy.“Do you want me to fuck you?”, I inquired, making sure that my cock was brushing the outer lips of her pussy.“Yes!” she whispered“Tell me, tell me how much you want me to. But they were the ones who had crushed my dreams of loving them, forever making love to these harder, well-hung men, as I hid forever inside myself for the rest of my tormented days, my strange imaginings providing enough temporary relief to slog through one more miserable day of being in the town and breaking my back for a smile, perhaps, as they fucked their college sweethearts in their master bedrooms and marble bathtubs. Yet, they rejected me at every turn, because they knew how much I. She smiled and said “so what your saying is you need me to untie you. Well you’re glad I didn’t go home with the guy I met over wise you would of been here a lot longer. So you need to thank me first and some begging will help me find the keys you need.”So I thanked her first, then I started begging and pleading with her to help. Eventually Cleo agreed, so I told her where the keys where. She bent down to pick up the keys I could see her silky white pants clinging to her ass. Then she climbed. . I was riding my bike fast enough but I got late..The first period was of smitha our english teacher…She normally wears saree and sometimes churidar….She is like a common women not so dark and not so white….She is married …And slim and have a child…..She allowed me to enter …… I sat in the last bench…….Teacher was teaching and walking …..I noticed her dress it was tucked below her navel and the material of the saree was like a thick net….It was a red saree…I started to feel horny…..After.