Grabbing a handful of my hair, she pulls me down into a kiss. Her hands moved across and down my back, and grabbing the hem of my shirt she pulls it o...er my head.I kiss my way over to her ear and suck on the lobe, causing her to moan. Trailing my tongue down the side of her neck I gently suck on the skin just below her jaw. This made her squirm in delight, her hands quickening over my back.I plant kisses and small licks trailing down to the mass amount of cleavage, her breasts almost spilling. It was final: I wanted to fuck my teacher. But I knew I couldn’t do it and it made me want him more.The routine continued that way for quite some time. I would sit through every class writhing in my seat, wanting more from my teacher than I could ever get. Then I would go home and masturbate until I imagined him cumming inside me. It was a never-ending cycle. The bad part about it was that I could’ve sworn that he would smile at me whenever I couldn’t sit still in my desk for more that 5. "I gently took the box from him, replaced the lid and put it back on the dressing table.I continued chatting with him but his eyes kept wandering back to the box. I cursed myself, why hadn't I put it back in the drawer? I moved to put it away but Steve grabbed my arm. "Let me try it" he insisted.I desperately tried to think of a reason why he should not. "If you put that on it stays on for a week. That's what it's all about" I said. It was the only reason that came to mind. I tried to detract. She called the men on her mobile, asshe didn't recognise the car parked in the drive and was concerned thatit may be burglars. The three of them entered the house and crept upthe stairs.By the time they got to the master bedroom it had become apparent thatwhoever was in there wasn't interested in taking anything other thancarnal pleasure. The unmistakable sounds of love making were reachingthen. Bob strode out in front of the others and barged through thedoor the others close behind.