I was caressing her boobs with one hand & with another I was caressing her right cheek & chewing her smooth lips which even she was enjoying & sometim... later she too responded.This continued for every single day after that day till few weeks & we both were lost in each other & was only lust between me & Mamta & no place for love. A week later my family went to native for a week & we got a chance to explore ahead of daily limits, I started as usual from my computer table & when we both went out. He stood and slowly unclipped every hook on the front of my corset. His knuckles moved slowly up my stomach and brushed delicately between my tits. When he finished, he let the corset fall to the fall with a gentle thwack. He took a step backwards and looked me up and down, I was completely naked in front of him. My white silky tits waiting to be touched by him and nipples standing to attention. As if he read my mind, he cupped my left breast and thumbed my nipple. I bit my lip to stop a moan. Stacy Bickler was one of the younger teachers at Westside High. Her face, and body for that matter, looked younger than her twenty-seven years. You make note that she seems to be trying to hide her figure under a sensible outfit, but her wide hips and firm breasts still fill out the skirt suit she has chosen today.Her dirty-blonde hair tied up in a loose bun, combined with her outfit, gave her the makings of a naughty librarian. Or teacher in this case. As your eyes follow along her form, you. She was rather tall yet plumpwith feathery curves and a strict no-nonsense expression constantly onher face. She was pale, dark haired and rarely seen without her brightred lipstick. She was quite striking actually.As a child, I used to think she was a witch, as I consistently fearedher wrath, especially when I got into trouble at school. I think herrage came from the pain of having three miscarriages. I dunno. Shealways wanted to have a daughter with Dad, someone she could raise tobe a shadow.