She always stood out from the other teachers somehow, the way she presented herself and the way she dressed. My curiosity would be pricked by her habi... of randomly throwing a French phrase into conversation, catching us off guard and making me wonder what exactly it was that she had said. Even the eccentric black French cigarettes that she smoked, with their unfamiliar, almost exotic scent appeared otherworldly to us all somehow.Most of all, our attention was grabbed by the tight trousers,. When she saw me she looked away, but I kept staring. She started to write but as she did she opened her legs, her mini-skirt rising over thighs and I could make out red, the bottom of her panties. As I kept watching she spread her legs wider, dropped her hand into her lap and slowly ran it up the inside of her knee, up to where the skirt ended. My cock was getting hard, watching her caress her thigh, now in a rhythmic motion, a smile overcame her face as she looked over at me and licked her. Let’s us plan and left to my office. She messaged saying we can’t do it at the house, let’s go to some resort and enjoy our time, sounded good. And booked a resort near kanakpura road, it was the same resort which I took my GF before.Both of us were excited, told her that I want it clean shaved, and even I got mine removed clearly. Reached resort, got the champagne delivered to the room. She had bought a transparent saree, deep neck blouse, watched top to bottom and imagined how I’m going to. With skinny his little arms, he squeezed with all his might, his hands clamping tighter and tighter around my throat.“That’s it, baby!” I gaged. “Keep going, don’t stop! You're going to make mommy cum so hard! You want to make mommy cum hard, don't you!” I choked the words out, barely able to speak as his hands tightened around my neck.Squeezing my throat as tight as he could, my son was really getting into choking his mother, thrusting his hips forward as he did, rubbing his long hard cock on.