Why?”I replied, “Because you are my teacher, my minister’s wife, and my mother’s lover. Besides you have a great body. I saw you last Thursday...playing bridge.”Gail asked, “Can you prove it?”I said, “The room was on the second floor in the front left corner. There was an air conditioner in one of the windows, I was at the other window. The room was painted pink, the bed just had a pink sheet on it, and there were eight of you in the room…naked. You and Mom plus three blondes, two with black. I got us a room at a local hotel as we both had family that lived with us and neither of us could host at that time.We got into the room and I turned to her and and slid my had down the front of her tight fitting jeans to gauge her reaction, she pushed again it and rubbed up and down ever so slightly.I took this as my cue to go ahead and move forward, I leaned down and kissed her very soft lips as I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. I slowly pulled her jeans down to expose her. Mera lund hamesha tana hua rehta tha.jab bhi main muth marne jaata tha tab mujhe apni umar ki ladkiyon se zyada “aunty’s” ko soch kar muth marne main maza aata tha.”auntiyon” k mote-mote,rasile aamon ko dekh kar mere lund ki pyass bekabu ho jaati thi.unki bhari hui “gaand” main apna lund ghusane ka bahut mann karta tha sharma aunty”ya punjabi aunty ki ek baat bahut buri thi,who hum students se ghar kaa kaam bhi karati thi.meri situation to bahut kharaab thi,kaam k saath saath mujhe home work. When he was down, I should have just walked away instead of kicking him a couple of times, but that’s the thing about anger and rage; they don’t allow you to think, just react.When I finally stopped, Murphy was lying there whimpering and clutching his stomach and Susan was sitting in her car and sobbing out “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I walked back to my truck and drove home.Susan called me several times the next day and as soon as I heard her voice, I hung up on her. Then she decided.