The next two, a female and a male, did not need Coach Hart’s help. They were both able to do the trick with a ‘spring’ into the air, even though...they looked uncoordinated. It was Sarah’s turn. With a slight smile the confident eighteen-year-old hurried across steaming pavement and climbed the few steps onto the wet diving board. She walked with poise to where the handrail stopped then took small steps to the end of the board as it bent downward. Everything was fine until Sarah began to turn her. I grabbed his hard cock with one hand as I very slowly ran my other on his inner thighs. “I’ll bet your friends would be really jealous of this!” I opened my mouth and slid my son’s cock into my mouth and began to give him a great blow job. I kept my eyes locked on my son’s as I sucked on this throbbing prick, sliding in and out of my mouth. His eyes glazed over with lust almost instantly as I sucked away on his cock.My son placed his hands on my head lightly pushing my head down on his cock. This story about my geography teacher her name was ‘Miss V’. I can’t disclose her name as she doesn’t wan’t it. Now my school is public school with boarding and some day scholars who are local student’s school teacher mostly belong to local community so they were from nebouring towm.Now let’s begin the epic. Miss V was geography teacher with wierd sense of fashion style. Now she use wear saree but blause was not regular but a Choli. Choli is traditional maharashtrian blause wore by older. Her green eyes lit up and she smiled, looking as pretty as ever. Without further notice, she lowered her head and swallowed the entire length of my prick, letting it go smoothly down her throat. The moment was ecstatic. “Alyssa…ahhhhh…What-,” I attempted to blurt out before a pair of lips closed on mine. Crystal slipped her tongue in my mouth and proceeded to passionately kiss me, her arms wrapped around my chest. She colsed her beautiful black eyes and held my shoulders tighter. I could.