After her shawl was placed finely, she took her right hand out and grasped my right hand and pulled it very gradually towards her. I carried on with w...atever she did; she took my hand under her shawl and placed it over her tummy midway between the blouse and waist line of her saree. I could feel the softness of her skin, the heat and her umbilicus. It was deep, I put my finger there, then I took her bosom in my hand and began fondling them. Her own hand was one mine and she was taking me from. I could even remember looking it over and finally deciding it would be silly to buy one just to split wood on a camp out, especially when I bought my firewood for home delivered for the living room fireplace. Around Dallas there just aren't many places to go out and cut your own.At least I had two good sledges and a young host of wedges and Wood Grenades. No, I'd never really used these but I'd split wood a little when I was a youngster. There's just not a lot of technical details to keep. As she was changing she was taling to herself saying," ooh i haven't had a good fuck for a while." As she was changing in to her change of clothes, she put on her V-String thong and her DD cup bra. As she was then stroking her pussy as she was then saying, "man i wish there somebody in this school that i can fuck." As then i snuck off and went in that hallway. As she came out, i said, Ms. Davis! Hi!. As we chatted for about 20 minutes and how i made excuses why im here so late, i pretended that. Everyone went out of the classroom and she too was about to go. I then quickly went to her and apologized for my bad behavior to her the day before. I then said to her that she looked so young that I thought her to be a newly admitted junior. At those quotes of mine she giggled and forgave me. She then told me that she was only thirty one.She then smiled and left the classroom. She thought that I had now changed but I had other plans in my mind. The next day was a Sunday so we had a collage.