Le liya aur usne meri fee bhi nahi li do deen bad sunday ko uska phon aaya aur kaha aaj kya tum aa sakte ho maine kaha thik he me rat ke 11 baje uske ...har pahucha uska ghar bahut hi achchha tha maine jaise hi dorbell bajayi to ek khubsurat bhabhi ne darvaja khola me to use dekhta hi rah gaya usne skin tight t-shirt aur trouser pahan rakha tha uske boobs bahut bade aur gol the mera lund to use dekhkar hi khada ho gaya aur uske lips gulabi the muje to use dekhkar hi kiss karne ko man karne laga. I stared at her while my hand performed its task. She shoved her fingers inside her and sucked on them over and over and my hand moved faster. Finally, she clutched one breast with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. Her eyes closed, she bit her lower lip and I presumed she was having an orgasm. Then she began a ritual of slipping her fingers inside her, sucking on them and inserting them again. She nodded at me, obviously urging me to come. When I did, sending spurts onto the grass. I understood but did not say anything. While I was teaching I saw him staring at my boobs. I was excited. I thought about teasing him. So I dropped my pen and lay forward to get it. My boobs were fighting to get out of my tight dress. I saw staring at me and rubbing his pants. Next day I went there wearing low cut tight top and jeans. I wear those purposefully to show him off. He opened the door and smiled at me. He was looking at me like a hungry beast ready to eat its meat (me). I smiled back. I use to tickle on her palm whenever I shake hand with her. Slowly and gradually my frustration of having sex with her increased. One day as usual when I hugged her I gave her kiss near her lips and slightly bit her cheek and placed my hand on her back quite low, just above her ass crack. Mami was bit confused on this act of mine but she successfully concealed her feelings. I knew that she must have understood my intensions. Mama was as usual on duty and her son was in the school. Mami went.