12th m sher se kar rha tha or wha hostel m rhta tha wha m buri sangto m pad gya m sbi teachro ka chita tha but maths m kamjor tha to whi hostal k pas ...i maths ki teacher ka gher tha to school walo ne tution k liya kha gher pe to mene madam se kha to wo man gyi muje wo madam pasand thi unke liye feelings thi but respect bhi thi .Wese to hostal se bhaher jana mna tha but tution ki bat pe muje 4 ghante ka off milta tha hostal se to mene unke pas jana shuru kar diya .Wo muje achhe se pdati or m bhi. I wanted to savor the moment. Susan was still looking me in the eye and had not seen all of my cock yet just a quick glance. Susan was still holding her tits up to me and I could see light red marks on them from where I slapped then. The red was in perfect contrast to the light brown of her areola. I took the binder clips and clipped one to each of her nipples. This resulted in Susan inhaling sharply and shivering. “Susan, let your tits fall and put your hands on your lap again” I said “How. Part of me felt sorry for him, but then the other part of me was too busy laughing at him. Mrs Malcolm was forty-eight and looking better than ever, while her husband Doug was nearing sixty. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll go over after lunch.” I couldn’t exactly refuse to help her, that would be rude and then mom would know that something was up. I wasn’t exactly subtle with my admiration of Mrs Malcolm, especially when she went power-walking past our house in tight leggings and a singlet. I liked. It didn't reach my mouth but hit my belly and chest and a glob of it landed on my chin. Whilst it was still painful, I found this second experience much more enjoyable and it kind of gave me a bit of confidence as I knew, if it happened again it would be more like that than the first time. Plus, there's always that special feeling when a guy comes and you know it's because of you. The day was over at that point and I had nothing left to do but borrow some of his mums nail polish remover and.