I even showed up in the classroom after school in tears and he wouldn't budge. I don't blame him much because I had been absent from his class that da... with no excuse. I couldn't tell him that the reason I wasn't there was that I was fucking a guy in his car in the school parking lot. "Please Mr. B!!! I just want to pass this class!!" I said tearfully. "To bad so sad Stacy, it's just too little too late" said Mr. B. I left again in shame, stomping like a little girl in a tantrum. Later that. I was in love and had booked a private car ford endeavour for my sweetheart with tinted glass and had shared the car number for her to identify. The day was planned keeping in mind her husbands schedule and was not going to be home early so we had almost 4 hours with us to enjoy.I reached Ahmedabad as planned and was very nervous and had planned to propose her with rose and chocolate.I reached her office parked my car and she came down with dupatta covering her face and sat in the front seat of. "Well," he said, checking his watch, "I have a meeting, so I'll be on myway now. You take care."One more smile at me, and he turned and ran off.I couldn't run. I couldn't move. I was stuck to that spot.The only thing I could think of was that meeting him made me feel almostthe same kinds of tingles and waves of joy that my occasional visitsfrom Svetlana produced. Certainly not exactly the same, since I hadn'thad a massive orgasm. But looking down I noticed that I was hard. Inmy jogging. Despite my Mother's affair with a Black guy I never imagined that my wife would ever do anything like that. She was very conservative as a young women having grown up and attended college in Kansas. She had only been intimate with 3 guys before we met and married. I met her after I moved to Kansas City to take a job with a local television news show. Susan was a reporter and I was a weather man. She was 29 when we met (36 now). She is 5'6" 118lbs with long red hair and blue eyes, and it was.