But her clothes often spent at least part of the school day on the floor or thrown into some distant corner in a moment of enthusiastic passion. And s...nce her encounter with Molly two weeks earlier, where she and the 14 year old pupil had entertained a large number of boys (not to mention several teacher’s) in the school playground, her attitude had become relaxed further still.Her femininity, and the dignified grace of her posture that suggested a well-to-do background, she knew were her most. I started to caress them while pressing them. She was moaning pulling my head tighter to her chest. It went on for a while. Slowly i started kissing her stomach holding her boobs in my hands and tenderly pressing them. Kissed her pussy over her panty. She was wet already and the aroma from her was making me more crazy.Now she stopped me started undressing me. She kissed me slowly and started to remove my t shirt. And lowered my track moved her hand over my dick. Slowly she pushed me to the wall. ?Shit, knickers,? I thought to myself.The item in her right hand was hanging off her middle finger, and shewas swinging it around slightly. It didn?t take me any time at all forme to realise that it was a white bra.She placed the knickers on my desk, taking the time to lay them outneatly, before walking closer to me as I stared in disbelief, not caringto hide my reactions from her anymore.?Ok, so, this goes on like this," she said.I watched as she expertly put her left arm through one of the. “I cried in pain. It looked that I was being screwed first time. [Saab, please screw me gently. My cunt is too small for your cock.]He pushed his cock so deep. My cunt had never experienced this kind of pain. Although other men were good, they were not so great like Pradhan. There were tears in my eyes. But he understood my pain. He caressed me everywhere.His hands moved on my boobs and he squeezed gently. His hands went to my ass and again squeezed gently. I held on to his neck and pressed his.