She asked merhetorically in an erotic word play who she was and I told her thatshe was my goddess, my teacher, my didi and my mistress. "Akshay,mein t...ri kaun hoon?" "Madam, aap meri devee, maa, didi, maalkin,teacher, sab kuch hain." She asked me who I was and I replied withclenched teeth, unable to bear this sweet torture that I was herslave and her toy to do with as she pleased. "Tu mera kaunhai?" "Didi, mein aapka daas hoon, aapka khilona hoon." She climaxedagain at my words and bent down on. So yes I’m willing to risk everything to be with you” I replied as Nena message disappear. I could only imagine what her response would be to that and I didn’t have wait long at all “ Ok if your willing than I am to but I really don’t like idea me coming to you. I wish you had an car.” She replied “Well Nena I don’t drive but I can’t wait for to see you.. we have a lot of catching up to do this weekend send her wink Emoji” I replied as her message drop off the screen “ So what your address so. . I touched her pussy.. I was no more in control.. I was playing with her lips with my finger.. Her hips.. Moved.. I stopped for a second.. Dn I inserted my finger inside her.. It was all wet inside.. It was like a vacuum pump.. It was sucking my finger.. She gave a moan.. Aaaah.. I took it out and again inserted it.. She was moaning..I increased the speed.. It felt heaven.. I felt even luckier and hornier now.. I had place her hand on the edge of the bed.. And now my hard dick was touching her. "Oh god," I thought, "what is happening to me?"I spent the last few weeks before school started reviewing my lesson materials and updating them as I always did. The only thing different this year was that I was constantly thinking about Kirsty now, and in particular thinking of 'the kiss'. I had started to think of it in those terms - 'the kiss'. I agonised over it, lurching from guilt at losing control to the thrill of what we had both shared in that one moment.And then school started back and.