As I'd expected, Donna's learning about some of the sex that was going on, her seeing Carol and me being very affectionate, and knowing that we exchan...ed considerably more than "affection" in private, made Donna think it was time she had sex with me too.I'd not encouraged her, had not bought her a vibrator, and had not performed any "nubbin inspections" except when Donna had deliberately let me see them, her seduction strategy having her usual level of subtlety. Nor had I invited her along to. Her long, elegant legs were striding confidently in the open, with her balance perched on six inch heels. Her round, feminine hips were molded by a short, black skirt that inched slowly up her thighs as she walked. Her magnificent breasts were cupped, lifted and squeezed together by a snug, elegant top with provocatively low cleavage. And her makeup was applied immaculately, with all the right tones and shades applied in perfect amounts. Just enough to accent her natural beauty without going. He always put his cigarettes in his shirt pocket, you could see the red bull’s eye of the pack through the pocket of his shirt and he kept his zippo lighter in his right pants pocket. Dad was a man of iron will. He’d smoke one pack a day, no more no less, and if he ran out before the day’s end he said he’d go without. At least that’s what he said but I think he lied, because sometimes I’d clean the office after closing and find his ashtray was full of butts, a lot more than one pack. I never. She was one of the nice teachers in the class. 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.