Wo mere ghar kabhi bhi nahin aati. Main hi us se milne samne chala jata. Wo raat 8 se 9 baje tak tuition ke liye jati thi. Main us se itna frank tha k... use touch karne lagta. Jan buch kar us se takrata. Use pakadta. Wo bhi seduce hoti. Us raat mere ghar wale kisi shadi main gae hue the. Main ghar main akela tha. Anuradha ki tuition tuitor kisi flat main rehti the. Anuradha jese hi 8 baje ghar se nikli main bhi ghar se nikal aaya. Us ne poocha ghar main koi nahi hai kya. Main ne kaha nahin. Us. . I opened the buttons of her top and and my dick was like a missile ready to launch in the sky.She was wearing a black bra which was in sharp contrast to her fair body and has an amazingly chiselled boobs. They were so perfect as if, some god damn engineer has spent hours on a precision equipment like a CNC machine making them. I just looked at her and told, Namrata, you have a marvelleous body.. which is soft and smooth as well.. Now you know, i am not wrong...She didn’t reply anything, but. In our late thirties, things are different. I’ve got a family and he lives with his girlfriend. Life has carried on, and it was time to catch up. We met at a pub a few blocks from his house. The conversation stumbled out of the block, but soon we were right into the thick of our always fun friendship. We laughed, we recalled the past, it was awesome. Before I knew it we were off to the strip club. We sat a few rows back from the stage, and swilled back more drinks. At this point, I was in no. “So I think you can understand that our daughter was under a great deal of stress,” I said. She blinked, her hands freezing before she grabbed my tits. “Well...” She licked her lips again. “What your daughter said was in the middle of my class.”I grabbed her hands and pulled them towards me. I pressed them into my tits. She squeezed them. “We’ll discipline her. It won’t happen again.”“It was a horrible word that she called me,” she said, her fingers squeezing into my breasts. I leaned in and.