She obeyed my words and I went back to teacher’s room after clearing her doubts.But, there I started to think about her with lust and I went back in...the lab after 10 minutes. I asked any other problem as I was waiting the second chance that she will call me again. But, this time she told me that it’s ok and if she has any problem then she will call me. I didn’t reply as I was expecting her call.After 5 minutes I went to her seat and started to look at the computer program on monitor and. And on one of the weekend, I was washing my clothes on my terrace that day even ritu came to wash her belongings. We smiled and said hello to each other. We just spoke normally for long.We have become good friends.As her husband is a business man he keeps on traveling always and most of the time she is alone and they don’t have kids.As I said we became friends.As days passed on every weekend I see her on her terrace and we chit chat we become closer to each other.She sends me a request on. I looked at her when she said "Holy fuck!" She collapsed in my chair, I stood up between her legs and my cock was pointing almost straight up, drooling pre-cum out by the quart! She looked at it..then up at me..."CUM!" she said. She grabbed my cock with her petite little hand. Stroked me, making sure she got some pre-cum on her palm, and squeezed the head of my dick. "I want your cum!" she squealed as she furiously wanked me. My balls were slapping against me and she took her other hand. I’d about given up. I had enough money for a few weeks, even if I stayed in hotels. I could get a coach ticket to ... somewhere. Birmingham, perhaps. The temptation was to get it over with; a hotel room, a bottle of vodka, sleeping tablets, except for one fear. That the gang-rape, which left me sore and leaking semen, had made me pregnant. My life didn’t matter to me. A new life perhaps growing in me, did.A biggish motor-caravan drew up.“Where are you headed to?”I shrugged. “South.”The man,.