Amy’s wedding had been her first real attempt at getting back into it all again. Her attention dropped to his mouth, to the sensual lips that had br...ught her so much pleasure over the past years. She watched as they curved upwards in the slightest of smiles. He brushed his thumb across her temple, his expression open, his gaze unwavering. His other hand came to rest on her hip, applying the gentlest of pressure to bring her closer. She sighed inwardly. Her resolve weakened despite her will to. My hands worked lower between her legs and I soaped her twat, running my fingers through her pubic hair and along her slit. My cock was once again back to full attention and was pressed between her arse cheeks into the small of her back. As I continued to caress her pussy she turned and kissed me before moving her mouth to my chest, licking and biting my nipples. Her hands were now on my cock and balls, pulling the foreskin back and scratching my balls. "Condom?" I asked. "In the bedroom," she. 'I can't answer the door dressed like this' panicked Mum 'you'll have to go'. So I answered the door and found it was our neighbour Bob who Mum had accidently given a show to a few days ago when se answered the door in just her thin night dress. Bob had come round asking to borrow Mum's iron as his had just broken so, even though Mum didn't want anyone to see her dressed like a slut. 'Mum, Bob's come round to borrow your iron is that OK' I asked as I walked in the lounge with Bob close behind. It was during my 10th standard where our school separated boys and girls sections.Being a nerdy boy, I was the teacher’s pet. She used to be caring towards me. She always wanted me to score full marks in her subject. Every day in her class, my friends used to go to first bench although we are all last benchers. I was not able to figure out the reason why they go to first bench for her class and stay at the last bench during other class hours. I asked my friend and he said you do not want to.