She used to take personal tuition. After leaving her classes I still used to meet her sometimes at festivals and on birthdays. We had grown close. Act...ally, it was her equation with everyone. But I used to meet her after leaving classes too so she also was becoming close to me. We also used to chat. We used to share everything. I used to share about my college and masti. She talked about her classes. Till this, it was all a teacher-student relation.Once I had gone to her house on a Sunday. He turned to my side and placed his hand on my boobs and started pressing lightly.I couldn’t control myself while talking I placed my hand on his hand and made him to squeeze my boobs. its was pain drop silence in the dark room. I hugged him and placed ma leg on his leg. Papa started kissing my neck and all pressing boobs very badly. He climbed on me started rubbing his penis on my night and sucking my lips. our tongue touching together, suddenly he removed my petticoat and panties. Started. She lay there for a while as I felt her smooth skin, before she sat up my cock still in her pussy; she got up my dick slipped out coated in cum and her juices.She sat by the side of me breathless looking saying “will be able to spend the night if mum has to stay over as I would love more” as her hand slipped onto my cock feeling it then lowering her head to suck it, I arched my back as the feeling was fantastic my dick was so sensitive but loved it. We lay on the sofa for a while before we got. ”I peed and washed up, then sprinkled my favorite perfumed powder, to hide any hints of sex.As I left the bathroom, dad entered, to clean up too. He smiled and teased, “For a moment baby I thought you’d fallen in. I was about to ask if you needed help.”I blushed and giggled a reply, “Oh dad, you are so funny, besides you already ‘helped’ me.”I then waltzed into the kitchen, hugged mom, and exclaimed, “Is supper ready yet, I’m starving.”“Just about, did your dad help you solve that math problem.