She shouted me to stop but I was in no mood to stop I continued licking her face and brought my lips towards her lips and I planted a kiss on it. She ...esisted but I kept on kissing passionately and squeezed her boobs.At a point of she gave up and started responding well. She tasted my creamy lips and sucked it. I was playing with her tits. I removed her saree and unhooked her blouse. My English teacher stood in front of me in panty and bra. Wow!!!!… I took her tits in my hand without removing. She bites her lip as his tongue enters her ass – his tongue feels like it’s assaulting her – her most personal space is being violated by his tongue and she loves it. She’s groaning and moaning, careful not to hurt her wrists, but eager to push back. He’s loving her eagerness, loving it – her pussy is like a dripping tap– his free hand slips a couple of fingers in and she shudders – his thumb caresses her swollen clit and her legs start to shake. Being penetrated, fingered and having her clit. I was in a bit of a shock - never in a million years would I have thought I'd see him again. This is so awkward. Just like Claire to put me on the spot."Uuuh, whoa. Serious? Ok...wow. I guess that's cool..." I stammered. There was no backing out. I was 40 miles away from home.We made our way up the stairs, she in front of I, her little firm ass right at eye level. We entered the apartment, which was blaring music, and there he was, sitting on the couch in his boxer briefs. I couldn't. Of course the children had long since grown bored of their games, and had actually spent some time watching us play, with Marie and Esther happily hosting their children in their laps.Because of how long the game had lasted, Yvette suggested that it was time to head out after we finished. Everyone agreed that it had been great fun, and I received a cheer from the children when I suggested that we might do it again in the future. I could see Philippe blush as he admitted that the idea of a game.