Mai bahut sharminda ho jaungi apney gharwalon se aankh nai maila paongi.He: mai toh sirf apsey dosti karna chahta hoonMe: theek hai hum dost hai busHe...: toh hum phone per baat kar saktey haiMe: kabhi kabiHe: ok fir uska roj phone aaney laga mujhe majboori has kar usko baat karni padti thi fir ek din bahut tej barish ho rahi thi uska phone aaya wo poochne laga kaha per hai, maine kaha k mai college k liye nikli thi but abi rastey mai hoon or barish hai to kahin market mai ruki hoon, usney poocha. ” His hands moved between her arms finding her breasts. “I’m needy too Aggie.”The wetness wicked through the fabric of her skirt felt like it had leaked on the hard bench. She squirmed. It felt like she was sliding on the wet, wooden surface. Pushing her back against her teacher she purred, “I need it so BADLY Garv.”“You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking of you Aggie.”Her sigh trumpeted desperation, “I’m being starved Garven.”Pulling her plum-colored polo top out of her skirt he slipped. “Yes, she was quite willful at first. But eventually, she learned, but her technique has some lacking elements.”As she licks his tip, he takes her head into his hands and jams her into his crotch shoving his penis deeper into her mouth down her throat. She coughs and struggles before giving up and accepting the position as he forcefully shoves it deeper and deeper into her throat.“She’s terrible when it comes to deep throating, but with a paltry force she eventually gives in to it.” He says. No words were spoken as we exchanged the long embrace, during which our bodies were tightly pressing into each other. We had reached an important and wonderful step higher in our relationship, as the embrace clearly showed. It deeply affected Mom on an emotional level. And, though I was a young man with raging hormones coursing through my veins, our new closeness meant so much more than just sex to me.Mom told me she wanted to go shopping for a couple hours after breakfast. I wanted to play my.