I had invited a chief guest, a known personality or shall I say my PET. One of my many PETS. Yeah, More about her later!So, this story begins here: Me...committing one of our society’s biggest taboos by starting a sexual relationship with my student. You call me – a slut. I call it liberation and free will. I was not going to force her. I just wanted to teach her.I am still training her to be one of the independent women and a beautiful love story.I am Dr. Liya Robin, the guidance counselor in. ...i was enjoyeing open ground...his hand grabing me...holding..and his kiss on my chic....before i stable my self...he hold my face with one hand...he was behind me....he turns me towards him...I without resistance..move my face towards him...and close my eyes...and he softly plant first kiss on my lips....before i move ...he planted 3-4-5 kisses on my lips......after that...we drive bike there in the ground for another 15 min....meanwhile....he kissed several times...on my shoulder and. "I don't think we did." Exactly." She winked. "Arts are more fun anyway. In sports, you compete against others to get points. In arts, you compete against yourself to express what best matches your feelings." Too deep for me." I said jokingly."Well, excuse me." Nicole replied in an annoyed voice. "I forgot I wasn't talking to Bertolt Brecht." The stretched on the bed then sat up. "Ooh, there's an idea. I should try out for the school play next year." With that, she flopped back down on the bed. “Does that get you hard? Seeing how wet I am? She taunted as I stood up. I smiled back and slid my hand down into her sticky panties finding her clit and gently rubbing her as she moaned and started moving her hips to my hands rhythm.She seemed hypnotized for a while, her arms around my neck as I played with her pussy until suddenly she shuddered against me as an orgasm swept through her body. Pulling my hands out of her panties, she licked her juices off my fingers and then started undoing my.