Ranjini ma’am is a very hot woman with an amazing figure of 36-32-36, and her student that is me. Everyone in college wanted a piece of her tight as... but my main interest lied in her amazing 36d breasts. And i was willing to go any extent to get his hands on them… It all began during the maths class after the break. I was very horny after the break because of the stories i had heard from my friends about mrs ranjini ma’am (to be referred as ranjini ma’am) and her tight fitting white kurta. I have to catch her so she wouldn't fall. For a moment we stare at each other. It's like time stops. Finally able to speak I say"Are you OK?" I ... I'm OK thank you for catching me. I don't normally do that."With a smile I teasingly say"What don't you usually do, fall for the first guy you see after being left waiting."Taken aback for a sec she finally smiles after looking me up and down a few times."Well when they look like you sure why not. I have to say I do have a thing for guys with long. "We can't get any wetter," I told him, "we're already soaked." I held his hand and pulled him up even with me, strolling through the wet grass and mud. "I know I'm soaking wet," I hinted, "everywhere." I dropped his hand and ran ahead, angling for an empty table in the middle of the quad. They would all be watching the rain, looking out the windows, wet clothes, half undressed. I turned and shouted to him over my shoulder, almost running. "You want to make me wetter?" I saw his eyes brighten. Suddenly a harsh beeping sound fills the room. Your eyes snap open and you let out a groan, reaching out to silence the alarm. I pull my leg back and pout, feeling my wet lips press together. My swollen clit aches in protest, but I reach over and turn your face to mine, placing a light kiss on your lips. “Good morning sexy,” I whisper, taking your hand in mine. You smile at me, a genuine smile that lights up your whole face. With a sexy smirk I take your hand and guide it down between my.