He was sick. Jill asked if he was alright, and Rob said nothing."I'm just? not feeling well. I'll probably go home soon. Just? tell everyone I got sic..., OK?" O.K. Rob. Feel better."He was going crazy. Losing his mind. Rob turned on his computer and started writing, started writing everything he knew about Rob, his full name, Robert John Dormer. His education. His job. His friends. What he did last week. Where he lived. What music he liked. What food he ate.Tears streamed down his cheeks as Rob. I’m in heaven state of bliss and don’t want it to end. I grow closer to an orgasm and know I’m about to explode with un-explainable desire. He doesn't let up on my nipples. He becomes rougher on them, using his teeth now to bite and pull them to a pop out of his mouth. I fight with all I have from crying out. I begin to orgasm hard on him shaking as I fight the cry. I feel my juices flow over him soaking his lap and I don’t give in I keep fucking him hard. He bucks up inside me, taking me for. She also felt firm and athletic, and not soft like some women are. I was nervous, trying to decide when would be the right time for me to start getting more intimate with her, but she made it easy for me.We were dancing a slow dance, and as I put one arm around her back and the other around her waist, she wrapped her arms around me too, and pulled me in close. I felt her breath and smelled her hair, as we barely moved, holding each other. I could hardly believe my good luck when she dropped her. I realized he is a sober and decent teacher and I should not fantasize bout him like that but after a day or so I noticed that meanwhile teaching he used to take a nice glimpse of my milk jugs at the starting I was a bit uncomfortable but afterwards.I started liking it and so from 7th or 8th class and I started wearing deep cut spaghettis with shorts which ended just beneath my hips. I enjoyed him erection in class also I used to tilt down on beg so that he could see my heavy and fair bosoms.