At school, I got a friend. His name was Hari and he was a science teacher. He was 33 years old and handsome. His wife had died on her delivery. He has...a 5-year-old boy and also has faced hard times raising a boy without his mom.We talked to each other during intervals and became best friends. We used to work together on functions conducted at the school.One afternoon, after lunch, we were together talking about something. He got into the topic about my husband.Hari: When will your husband be. My fatherfigured into several of my other dreams as well, smug with his victorywhen I was a girl, and disappointed in my failures when I was a boy.Ms. Mackenzie didn't come by until about 9 o'clock. By then I hadcrawled to the bathroom and taken care of business, then got dressed.She asked if I had bathed and I told her no. She helped me strip downand go back in the bathroom. She proceeded to give me a no-nonsenselecture about my new body, and what I needed to do to keep it healthy.Then she. I hold her hand and put her on my lap said no. She said my daughter is waiting for me. I told her I can understand but please manage today. Tomorrow again routine will start. I took my face near her and kissed for 5 minutes.I told her I want to take body massage from her. She asked can i do at other time? I told I will give you Rs. 3,000 , please give me your 2 hours. She felt bad but she got ready because of her need. She called at home and told that she will get late . She told I will do it. Having nothing better to do I agreed to meet her and when I got to the restaurant she cut right to the chase, "I've got a room at the hotel across the street. You want to eat first?" The woman was insatiable. She sucked my cock and we fucked. I ate her pussy and we fucked. We went sixty-nine and we fucked and then we started all over again. I think we pretty much accepted the fact that we really didn't like each other, but realized that if we kept the conversation to things like, "Fuck me.