””Are you sure?” she teased, biting her bottom lip.I smiled and said, “You couldn’t run me off. You make me want to fuck you.”“Give Tom ... half hour and he will be sound asleep. With that medicine he took, you couldn’t wake him with a bull horn.” We went downstairs to get some breakfast and juice. Sitting at the breakfast table, I couldn't take my eyes off her. We had fucked at least four times but I had lost count. I could feel an ache in my scrotum but I didn't care, I wanted more. ”Let me go. It would be glorious when Mr. Belmont fucked me in the ass.I knew I would cum so hard.I reached the first floor and almost ran. I rushed as fast as I could, a backpack full of books swinging behind me. My purse hung on my arm. I hoped my makeup was still perfect. I wouldn’t have time to touch up my lipstick or rouge. I spotted his classroom. The light was still on. He was still in there.I burst in and found him packing up a satchel. He stared at me in shock. He swallowed as I closed the door. We chatted briefly; inconsequential stuff, where we lived, what we doing this course for etc. It seemed she wanted to build up a few qualifications and then study some kind of business technology degree at university. She seemed a smart girl but her studies had been disrupted previously as she had spent two years living in Kashmir, which according to her was, “The most beautiful place in the world, with high mountains, rivers and gorgeous valleys.” I had no idea if it was ‘the most beautiful. Some of the group came with me. Shikha wanted to leave but Tushar wanted to stay and go out with his friends. He stayed and with the others continued on the night.When out of the party hall. I asked how would you like to go home by cab or should I drop you on my bike. She said, “Can you drop me at home?” I was more than ready. She sat in my back seat and we zip zap zoomed.Just a few minutes later she said, “So do you want to really see what I was wearing under my dress?”“Hell yes!” was all I.