The story contains mature subject matter.If you would be offendedbythese, please don't continue!Chapter oneWith a deep sigh I look out of my bedroom w...ndow. It promised to be abeautiful day, but not for me. Within three hours I have to go to theChurch together with my family for the first time since my specialblessing by Pastor John.The morning cold shivered my body while I'm standing in my nightdressbefore the window. Everything about my body feels wrong, and believe methe cold was the least. I need to find out whether the legend of the 'Birdmen of Peru' or just a mistake in translation." I've been watching you, and I've been watching him." Joe paused for a while not sure how to continue. "I've tried to ask innocently about these issues, but he doesn't want to answer. I don't know if I just can't get through to him, or he doesn't know."Jenn sat there without answering. She had a bit of a guess where this was leading."What ... what ... why are you telling me?" she asked without. Read, relate, and enjoy.After my intermediate, I had to move to Chennai to do my B. tech in one of the reputed universities there. That is where I met Madhavi ma’am. She was my maths teacher in the first year. I like the subject maths but little did I know that I would also like the teacher who taught me maths.She is a simple beauty. She has a wheatish fair skin tone and got a well-shaped body. She was 28 years old during that time and by the time I got to fuck her in my final year, she was 32.. “Now!” I groan. “Please!” Robert understands though and moves between my outstretched legs. “Are you sure,” he asks with a hint of concern, and I answer with a frantic nod and more whimpers. “I’ll be gentle,” he tries to reassure me. “No!” I shake my head wildly. “Not! Gentle!” Our gazes meet and time stops. His eyes are wide, just as wide as mine, and I put all the emotions I feel into them, the need and yearning, the heated arousal, the love. A short, sharp pain races through my lower body,.