I am touching myself right now”. The rest as they say is history. Slowly our late night chats progressed into sex chats.One day I told her “Baby i...want to meet you”. She replied “I have been waiting for this for so long”. I asked her out for a cup of coffee at CCD sector-11 on the next day that was a Sunday. We met in the afternoon. The weather was cold but there was comforting sunshine in the sky. We met for the second time. She was wearing a black stole that accentuated her figure, along with. We looked at the centerfold, sometimes nervously at each other, and started to stroke tentatively. Eye contact was a little dangerous, but our roaming eyes weren't always on the centerfold. Matt had had the foresight to find paper towels. They lay on his bed, a nod to the reality of what was to come.It was unsatisfying. Simultaneously, we were realizing: this wasn't what we'd set out to do."This isn't really working that well," Matt said after a couple minutes of slow stroking, neither of. I decided not to wait and proceeded to start pounding her pussy good and hard. She was breathing heavy and moaning. I felt like a porn star as my cock was rock hard and I was no where near blowing my load. I showed no mercy to Connie's sweet pussy. Then I noticed Tom was standing over us stroking his cock. I just kept going deep into Connie's old hairy pussy. My balls started to boil and knew I was getting ready to blow. I made a few more hard deep thrust into Connie and then buried my cock. Parul spoke in a lower voice. As soon as the words escaped her mouth Varsha put her hands to work as if she was waiting for the order all the while. “We are sorry Mrs. Parul,” Akshay said before he could even think of it. “Please do not complain to the Principal” Varsha joined the plea. But Mrs. Parul was all red with anger, she said, “You kids, are you fools. What if some nutcrack had seen you? What if the jerk decided to make a video and viral it? Have you given a thought to that? Maybe not.