Jamuna could vividly remember the events that unfolded 21 years ago, as though it happened the previous day. Seshadri was close to 70 years and Ja...una was 19 when they met for the first time on a rainy day near the village temple. Jamuna was returning from the nearby jungle after collecting firewood when it started pouring very heavily. She quickly ran towards the temple to take shelter in the traveller’s chambers. But, she was soaked in rain water even before jumping into the patio of. I’m sure that Helen won’t be misbehaving when she returns to St. Katherine’s next September.” She pulled the twenty-three-year-old History Mistress further into her blouse and skirt and raised her right hand in the air.The ex-Head Girl paused, her hand raised high in the air. She looked at Jasmine and smiled. The forty-five-year-old Deputy Head Mistress smiled back, and Joanne’s hand was sent hurtling towards the small bottom lying secured over her lap, landing moments later with a loud. Couldn’t.In the kitchen, he poured a glass of juice and willed his thoughts away from a woman he couldn’t have. Drink in hand, he headed up the gleaming, polished wood stairs at a jog. He’d get a shower, get his ass dressed, and go out. Being alone in the giant mansion with Felicia all day wasn’t an option. Even if it was his only day off. His father was booked with consults all afternoon and probably wouldn’t be home until late. Even Theresa, the maid, was off today. The place was a giant. But, alas, after several minutes of enjoying those perfect tits she pushed me away and got up and went back to her room leaving me there to satisfy myself. While I was disappointed I knew this would not be my last stand with my mother's body. The next day nothing was said about our encounter; almost as if it had not happened. I got the impression that she was looking at me differently. I know I viewed her differently and had to do everything in my powers not to stare at her boobs that I had.