This story is about an English teacher who taught me for my 10th and 12th grade. Her name was Arti. She was a bombshell. She was 5’8 fair 38-36-38 b...ody. She was 38, married and have a son of ma age. She was fat but I loved her for her massive boobs and ass. She had two big melons which I loved to see all the time. Her house was just five, minutes from my house, I also used to go there for tuition. This happened during my visit to her house before Diwali. I went to give her sweets for Diwali.. We passed to back seat after. Nobody didn't there. We would done whatever our will. Firstly I taken off her shirt and bra. Her tits been across me. I sucked till satisfied her. Nipples completely had stiffed. She had take very relish with small bites. Shortly after, I lifted her skirt up and touched her vagina. I taken off her pantyhose and panty. Her vagina also been across me now. It been wet more and more after I played with my hand. At that time Ayşe had feared very that her virginity. "Little hotter! Buck!" she said. I leaned down to turn the water, to make it hotter. "Oh! That is much better." she said as she splashed some of the water on the front of her bathing suit. She giggled again.She then looked up at my blue eyes. She flipped her hair to her left side. "Do you like older woman?" she said. I smiled. She turned to face the shower. She then kicked off her flip flops. "Be a doll honey. Can you unzip me from behind." she said as she looked over her shoulder. I put one. Bill could tell that I was very interested in him. He said he’d love to massage my shoulders too, but I would need to come to his hotel room so I could stretch out. There was no way I would normally go to a stranger’s hotel room. But there was something about him that made me feel safe, yet insecure at the same time. I told him I’d consider it, and I dashed off. I had to get my composure back before making a fool of myself.The restaurant was closing and he made another attempt to get me to.