His fingers were trapped between them and Merie’s hips kept moving in circles as her moans got louder.“Pinch my nipple,” Merie ordered. “A lit...le harder.”Brock finally silenced her by placing his mouth over hers and slipping his tongue into her mouth. Merie’s moans turned to whimpers as she reached her peak and relaxed against Brock’s chest. She lifted both their shirts up and rested her warm breasts against his bare chest. Her tiny nipples felt as though they were boring a hole in his. "Good," she giggled, unbuttoning her blouse again, and stepping closer. "Now get those shorts off, and STOP calling me Mrs. Coleman. It's Emma, or whatever pet-name strikes your fancy, when we're alone. Understood?" "Yes Ma'am, um, Emma," I smiled, as my shorts hit the floor. She was mere seconds behind me in getting naked, and pointed. "You... On your back, on the bed," she giggled, patting my butt. "You really do have a nice cock, you know? I might enjoy this, after all." Once I was on the. She always used to encourage students. She never scoldede a student and she was living with her grandmother as her parents passed away when she was young. She used to wear sarees all the time when she comes to school. We all students used glance at her hips, ass and boobs whenever we got a chance. She never took it serious. One day in our school function she came in chudidhar and everyone were looking at her. It was a red color chudi and she was amazing in that. I was mad on her and tried to. Her bed appeared to be a duplicate, in appearance, of the platform I had posed her on months ago when I painted her portrait from life. Even the lily pods were there on the side of the bed. As I looked at it I glimpsed her passing over to a changing room. She was going to disrobe. I needed to watch this. She knew it and slowed her actions, to tantalize me, I knew. First she released her long ebony hair from the bun on her head. Then she began removing her jewelry. Placing those objects on her.