I pick her up and lay her on my dining table, i take her high heels off and slide my tongue over her toes holding her legs together while she lays bac... on my table before i slowly bring my tongue from her thighs down too her ass and then spread her legs kissing back up her thighs teasing her wet pussy as i kiss around her lips and softly kiss her clit, i hear her breathing heavily as i spread her lips and look at her perfectly shaped pussy before i slide my tongue inside her and then up to her. Hari used to do all his work nicely and mom used to pay him on time plus hari’s mom expired while in his childhood so mom used to treat him as a son.He used to talk to mom and me in his free time or whenever he was upset. One day i was in my room and studying for my entrance exams when mom asked me what shall she cook for dinner i came out of my room and saw Mom was cooking and Hari was hugging her from behind. to me it was offensive as hug from behind is quiet sexual and to my surprise mom. He was standing outside a shop. Not quite facing her but clearly waiting.She was not in the mood for this. Her mind raced with thoughts and feelings. She just wanted to get home and relax. But she decided to walk up to him. To give him a minute to speak. “I was just”, he began but stopped. Was it her expression? His hesitance was welcome. She had no time or inclination for small talk. “Just what?” She replied. Already turning to go.She carried on walking slowly, showing his company was welcome. "Oh, Willy," she said into the darkness of her bedroom, as her fingers wiggled against her clit. "Do you lick my juice from my seat after class? Do you want to lick it from my pussy?"All through that final term, Naomi hoped against hope that Mr. Williams would say something. She was eighteen, about to leave school, and he would no longer be her teacher. She prayed to her Sex God (the Lord Almighty was a frightful bore these days) that Mr. Williams would ravish her hard on her desk, and turn her.