"Yea, I finished up everything today. Thought I'd shower early since we were gonna be spending time together. And you always smell so sweet ... Wanna ...mpress you always" he grinned, pulling out a cigaret."Want one?" he asked."No, I don't smoke" I said, surprised he asked me such a thing.He grinned, putting it back into the red carton..."Ca c'est bon! You are a sweet girl" he winked.We were driving for a long time on the long dirt road, which started winding into twists and turns as we got. All my friends would masturbate thinking about her. No one will miss her class. Her size 36-28-38. Students at first bench can clearly see her navel, because of her dressing style. She wears a deep cut saree, so one could easily see her cleavage. Even she is damn sexy, no one flirts with her because of her strictness.One day me and my friends were playing inside the toilet, we were shouting like anything. Suddenly my friend said that Krithika mam is coming. Some of my friends escaped out of. "Look," I said, "there's no-one here to see you, I won't tell the boss if you take your shirt off and cool down."He readily agreed. When he stripped his shirt off I was confronted with pecs that my husband, and I for that matter, can only dream of. I couldn't contain myself anymore. "Right! Just pop this box up to the first room at the top of the stairs and I'll get you a cold drink." I said.The first room was my bedroom of course. As soon as he started up the stairs I dashed into the kitchen. I knew what she wanted and I knew she knew I knew. I reached over and caressed her thigh through the fabric of her sweats. She put her hand on mine. "Violet -- your hand is shaking."She picked up the empty wine bottle and examined it. "I think I need a little more alcohol. I have some brandy. Would you like some? Please? I can't drink alone." Okay -- I could use some, too."Violet returned with a pair of glasses. We clinked rims and she downed hers in two chugs. She put her hand on her chest..