She accepted and we began to move together in time to the music. This quiet, reticent woman seemed to somehow come alive on the dance floor. Those eye... which seemed so intense yet distant otherwise, took on a certain playfulness. Her curly brown hair framed a face which began to reveal a newfound joy. It was as if someone had taken a key and unlocked a cell door which had been imprisoning her very soul.As we moved around the dance floor, our movements locked in rhythm. It was as if time stood. While she used to teach, we all used to sit around her and she was in centre and since that day I used to sit very near her in the tuition, always trying to get her scent. In her tests I used to be the topper, and her praise in front of other students used to give my bold thoughts a great kick. Every time i had any test or exam in school, a day before i used to touch her feet. These days, as I told you, she used to consider me the best, and the hug that day gave me the courage to touch her and. She was a slave to sex whenever she was in the bedroom, and having only had her husband's cock made her wild for this stranger's wanton manhood. As his orgasm subsided, the stranger relaxed his grip on his conquest's waist. Feeling him start to pull out, the woman bent her knees, cupping the stranger's ass with her feet and pulling him deep inside her again. He was still quite hard, and she rode out the waves of her orgasm on his spent sex rod. When she finally released him, he went to go wash. Can I see you ?Anita: let’s know each other better before we get into something real.For a week we used to chat non-stop and had many steamy sex-chats & phone sex yet I never saw her pic.On Saturday night, she told me that her parents were planning to go to their farmhouse, she had made some excuse about college projects and planned to stay back. She enquired if I could come and spend some cozy time with her.I told would surely love to do so, she called me at her place by 11 am after all her.