At last I summonedthe courage to enter, consoled by my torch and my resolve to flee if Ibegan to be lost.I walked slowly through the narrow passageway...- slower still when alight began to brighten ahead of me. And suddenly I entered a room,filled with a dazzling white loveliness, a light that seemed to touchand gather me into its center. My hands flew up to shield my eyes andfound themselves caressed by flowing hair - newly sprouting living curlsthat tugged gently at my scalp. My nipples began. She is just 42 but hardly looks a day older than 35. She keeps fit by doing yoga. I am sure she makes many heads turn and dicks hard at the school she works in. I’ve seen her peon, PT sir, and even students ogle at her shamelessly as she walks by. Being a respectable teacher, she only wears sarees and has her hair in a prim and proper bun every day when in school. Only I have had the fortune of seeing her in tight leggings and short t-shirts while she does yoga.Even her nighties are of. "Ted is perfectly happy when I give him a slow hand job. I let him play with my tits, and use his wonderful fingers in my pussy" I shuddered thinking about that. "And he knows damn well that I don't plan on losing "anything" right now."My eyes stayed on Jeannie's hand, which was starting to unbutton the buttons of her blouse and was slipping inside, moving slowly over her bra. Her eyes were closed as she listened to me.I was transfixed by the motion of her hand and the expanse of flesh that was. There was also no guarantee I could live with the anger of blaming her or that she would continue to live with the guilt now that it was exposed. In the end, I felt the cost was too great."So, alternatively I gutted the rest of the room. I purposely sank to her level. I decided to try and start over again on a somewhat more equal ground. How 'equal' is certainly up for debate."When I first found out about her affair, I was devastated. The fact Rachel wouldn't give me the proof I wanted ended up.