We'd spoken only a few sentences in what little time we'd been together. She seemed bright and interesting, but how long would that last. We had music... in common, and the way she played it freed something in me. But what else?I knew about lust. I'd had more than my share of torrid affairs, and I'd learned the hard way that relationships based on just sex don't last. Three or four months of great sex could never justify the disappointment and heartbreak that could follow. And, what about the. .arun bola aur batao aunty aur kya karna hai mummy boli abhi to itna hi kaam tha baaki baad me kar lenge arun bola theek hai mummy aura run bhi mere paas aakar baith gaye..tabhi tv par breast feeding ka ad chal raha tha arun bola aunty kya maa ka doodh sach me bahot fayda karta hai mummy boli le ye to bacche ke liya amrit hai maa ka doodh sabse takatwar hota hai tu Vicky ko hi dekh kitna hatta katta hai ye mere hi doodh ka kamala hai arun bola kya sach aunty mummy boli ise to mera doodh bahot. .. Fuckkk."As Meadow and I panted loudly, I opened my eyes and noticed my daughter had left, and then heard my wife softly say, "Holy fuck, that was great."I eased my sweaty, tired body next to her and replied, "Yes, it sure was intense."We lovingly kissed while we embraced each other until finally falling asleep.Thankfully, the next morning was Saturday, which gave us time to sleep in before having to face the day.But as we both rose from our slumbers, I remembered what my wife had said before. All students were laughing. Then he sat down on her chair made her sit on his lap. She was begging him to stop and saying "please Mondli, don't" but although she used her all force she couldn't get up from his lap. Finally the young white teacher stopped resisting and offendedly asked him "are you happy of what you had done?". He laughed and let her go. The father was so surprised of hearing what his son did but he seemed proud of his son instead shame. He asked her "how could he do it, he is a.