My math teachers name is Julie. She is white in complexion usually wears saree and wears it above navel since I was bad in math she made me to sit in ...he front row.It was actually a blessing in disguise ,because I could peed through the side of her saree and see her milky white belly and check whether the navel is visible or not I’m dying to see her navel(it was that seducing)and cleavage latter is not at all possible but she sometimes very rarely and accidently reveals her navel I had seen it. Then he had to say goodbye and leave her to it, explaining he had meetings in college first thing. It all seemed so natural between them that Michael never asked when he could see her next. He presumed simply that they would catch up later. The day was busy and Michael barely had time to assimilate what had happened the previous night or that morning, or what it meant. This was clearly no longer a one-off encounter with a student, unplanned and regretted later. Now he was a repeat offender,. She would cry for hours, great gulping sobs that rent her soul until they slipped away to nothing more than hiccups that left her weak and drained. Then she would slip from the safety of this time capsule and go back to face the reality of a world without her Tommy. For anyone else in this world, she would not even consider it. But somehow she knew in her heart that this man would understand. Would appreciate the honor that she bestowed upon him. Would in turn honor her son’s memory as few. Her blonde hair fell to the shoulders of an incredibly soft white sweater, clearly with nothing under it but her jutting breasts. Her short skirt was navy blue, with which she wore black patent heels. With a blazer, she might have been going for grownup seductive Catholic schoolgirl.She saw me look downwards. “Yes, my patent leather shoes reflect up. It’s just hard to see bare pussy in the reflection.“Seriously, Howard, if I haven’t been explicit enough about it, you’ve become my alter ego,.