All lectures liked me as I am good at studies.Am average looking boy with 6′ height well built. I used to visit staff room regularly to clarify doub... with my other teachers.Shwetha came to know about me from my other teachers. One day when I went to staff room no one was there except shwetha my heart started to pump faster looking at her.she always wear saree that will boost her sexy figure. When I was about go back she called me.( note – s for shwetha M for me) S : Hi Shiva.Me: Hi mam.S : Why. Nobody hurts my boy. I stand up and walk over and hold him tight. My chest hair smotheringhis face. "Oh , Dad it is horrible the names they call me." I kiss him tenderly on the neck and pull him closer to shelter him inmy body and warmth. I stroke his beautiful face , "Everybody matures at different agesBilly. Never be ashamed." "You have a beautiful body." "You mean it Dad? I kiss him deeply and our bodies respond to that kiss. "Billy I Love You" My hands start. It was amazing, thick, long, I was just like a bitch in heat slurping, sucking, licking his balls, jamming as much as possible as far into my mouth and throat as possible. I slipped a condom, magnum of course, onto him and couldn't wait to get him inside me, but he started to get a little performance anxiety and lost his hardness. So I went back down on him, then started jerking him off while he stroked me, then told him to jerk off and cum on my cock, but it was starting to look like it wasn't. I couldn’t imagine myself with a girl I liked.Maybe I was broken. Years of short unsatisfying girlfriends had changed my expectations of any connection I had at all. I fell in love and couldn’t trust myself once the brain chemicals burned off. I had always had the ability to walk away. That saved me, I figured, more than a couple times. I just hadn’t connected outside of the sex before.Ellie was giving me that something right now. Her drippy mouth and sloppy blowjob echoed around the house of.