This is my firststory which I’m posting on this site. Hope you guys like it. So coming on tothe story, it’s about a mom of my student and me. Now ...et me describe My sextutor first, her name is Sharda, She was born n brought up in small city (town)even she was n in a town, she was very moderate and hungry for sex and sex it’sa true experience of my lifeChalo apka time waste naa karkeseedhe stori par aate hai,ye sab kuchh aaj se 6 saal pehle huaa jab maine apnagraduation complete karke. # The robots were shipped on time: eight days before my work for Andrew was completed. He stopped working like a man possessed but he also didn’t seem happy. We went in together every morning. We came home at night. He went to his penthouse. I went to my apartment. He didn't call for me. We also didn't talk about the night he came to me. He acted like nothing had happened when he saw me on Monday morning. Never mind that he let a Sunday go by without fucking me. Then twelve more days after. My face started to blush and I fought a smile...i wasn't sure why I fought it, but I could tell i tried not to smile too much. Down scaling my true experience i perked in, "yeah...that actually wasn't bad" I didn't want to tell the truth. That it was fucking amazing and one of the best kisses I ever had. He was definitely right, but I didn't want to admit it just yet. He laughed and did a told-you-so song, and that was it. We continued to watch TV and played a few video games before we. I was very pleased with her looks in the lingerie that I had picked out for months now. The top was sheer but had a supportive bust that cupped her breasts perfectly, lifting them ever so slightly and highlighting her natural cleavage. The thong was one of my go to favorites that is a t-back with a small patch that barely covers her twat. Downstairs by the roaring fire, I had blown up our air mattress and positioned our inflatable wedge for her to lay face down on. It props her ass up nicely.