“Rajiv sent a long mail. Now, he is fucking all his teachers, including his head mistress” I told her.Bahkti smiled” I am not surprised. He is s... handsome and we trained him so well in the art of fucking, no wonder his teachers are clamoring for his cock” she said.Here is what Rajiv had written….Dear Shweta Aunty,How are you and Bhaktiji? I really miss you and your very wet cunts and hard fucking.For first one week I was very depressed in Hostel. I was of course, home sick, but more than that I. My tongue swirls about inside her, her morning flavour is almost too much for me to bear but I remember where I am and how honoured I am to be able to do this. I delve still lower and just reach her dirty, hairy bum hole when she’s gone, she’s whipped one leg over my head and she’s scampered to the bathroom.I hear her lock the door and still on my knees, as if in slow motion, I hear the chamber maid open our door and step inside. Dressed all in black, she’s about 19 – 20, brunette and has a. My body was on fire as I cried out take me. They quickly clear everything out of the way and I was laid down on a rug on the floor. My body hadn’t felt this kind of sensation in many years. I was just a very ordinary housewife and mom a few hours ago. I now was going to be these young guys slut for the night. I felt the first guy positioned himself in between my legs. I reached down and grabbed his tight ass and pulled him forward as his big smooth cock penetrated my very wet pussy. I cried out. There was an elevator reaching all floors for my use. There were also stairs.I had been sending Mitch and Abbey to the Catholic school as it was the best in the area, but by December the girls were beginning to show their pregnant status. Now that we had moved a little out of town, the time was right for a change, as the girls were ripe. I cast about for a live-in teacher to home study my girls.Joy was a little uneasy about this. I reminded her that it was my choice and that she was not in any.