.. en mai 83 alors que j'étais un jeune étudiant, je fantasmais sur ma prof de math. elle avait des formes telles une actrice porno ! des seins incr...yablement gros, un cul juste parfait; elle avait tout quoi ! elle mettait des collant ou des jeans qui la serrait ont voyait son string et tout sa elle le faisait semblant pour qu'on sois excité. 2 mois plus tard sa est j'en pouvais plus; elle s'habillait plus léger qu'avant. Ayant eu une longue période de difficulté, je restais 1 ou 2 hures de. Charan thought of sending a message to Madhan from his wife’s mobile. But he controlled himself.From that day onwards, he checked Shruthi’s call and chat history. But to his disappointment, nothing yet with Madhan. In reality, Shruthi was chatting with Madhan and deleted the history before reaching home.One night after his wife had dozed off, he took her phone and messaged Madhan. Madhan responded by asking Shruthi whether her husband had slept. Charan realized that Shruthi was chatting with. She was about my height, with a decent, round face that was dominated by a huge pair of black-rimmed glasses. Her wavy black hair was cut very high and short towards the back, but got somewhat longer to the front of her head, framing her face down to her chin. She wore a loose blue sweater, so I couldn't see much about her figure, except that she had the widest hips I had ever seen.Her thighs were thick, and broad, and to make it even worse she had squeezed them into tight turquoise leggings.. I continued to think about it as I got out of the shower, grabbed my towel and went into our bedroom. Damn, she was already dressed, another opportunity missed. Lauren was lying face down on the bed reading a book, she was wearing a rather short skirt that drifted around her thighs and I could see the pink of her panties and the round curves of her ass. Man, I had just had an amazing orgasm and already I was craving more. How could she make me feel this way and she didnt even have to do.