Madam agle tin din tak school nahi aaye, to mere ko apni galati mehsoos hui. 4th day main school main na akar madam ke ghar a gaya unke ghar main mujh... unki bhabhi milli unhone bataya ki unki tabiyat dhik nahi hai isliye vo sschool nahi aa rahi hai.maine unse request kar ke unse milna chaha unhone kaha ki vo uppar wale kamre main hai ja kar mil aao.main upper gaya to vo pjama or shirt main thi. Main unke kamare me ja kar unke kadamo main ghir pada or mafi mangne laga.vo ek dam pitche hat gai or. She screams and runs to the lobby. A minute later my wife and Sue come back into the room, both smiling and giggling. Sue says no way the whole time and Kathy just nods and screams yes, let me show you where I was. She grabs her hand and drags her to the secret room where she masturbated watching John stroke his cock and me eating Sue pussy to orgasm. Sue asked if she will always be in there when John and her have sessions, Kathy with a frown said no as she still works at a law firm she is. I pushed his hands to the head board and tied his hands to the headboard with silken scarves as I don't like the idea of handcuffs. Straddling him, I kissed his lips, sucking on them before planting tiny kisses along his jaw and down his neck. I got to the junction where his neck and shoulders connect and nipped and sucked at it. He was enjoying it just as much as I, and we hadn't even started yet. I kissed down his chest until I came to his pants and stopped, licking back up his chest and neck. And then when I learned about sex, the two things merged. My fantasies became about being stalked and ****d by whoever. Strangers, teachers, relatives... it didn’t matter. Once the internet came around, I would go in chat rooms and talk to guys, usually older men. I’d try to get them to come around and **** me, but fortunately nobody did at that time.And, if the internet wasn’t available, I would write out a description of myself and what I was into, along with my address, and leave the papers.