Then she called us in, and we slowly entered her office and stood in front of her desk looking sorry for ourselves.Mrs Woo was a short, mature Asian w...man, with black hair down to her chin, wearing a white blouse and black skirt that showed off her fairly slim fit body, and she sat behind her desk looking sternly at us, as Emily closed the door."Well, in all my years of being dean, I have never heard of such unbelievable behaviour at this college!" she then said sternly."I understand college is. An old man plucked at the guitar strings, in a slow taffy of movement that stretched each note around his fingertips and then rose into the air. You could almost taste the notes hovering in the cool breeze. As he began to play, everyone would get quiet, so quiet that all you heard was his guitar and the distant locusts singing along. Many times he talked as he played, sometimes telling a story, sometimes reciting a strange poem. His voice was deep and rhythmic, but he spoke quietly, just above. Sometimes Claire would watch him cum into his teacher’s mouth before she had Mrs Jenkins go down on her, sometimes she’d cum, bucking against the young teacher’s face, and then just slowly play with herself as she watched Harry do the same.Outside of the classroom, Claire never talked about it, and Harry never brought it up. The only change in their relationship was that they no longer made out with quite the same fervency as they had before.They both still enjoyed their necking sessions, but. I thought of calling Savitha late night at 12.45 am. I thought she must have slept by now as it was her regular time to bed. Initially, I was about to withdraw the thought of calling her.But my dick provoked me to call her that night. To my surprise, she wasn’t asleep.Me: Oyy! Em chesthunnavey inka padukokunda? (Hey! What are you doing being awake till now?)Savitha: Mmmm aahhh adi., em ledu ra utiney padukoledu. (She was about to say something but she was hesitating. Then she told simply she.