That time she use to turn to my side and slowly bring her saree below her navel and wantedly do that her saree pallu slip down and she bend in front o...f me and slowly rise up after more than required time and put her pallu in such a way her left side boob will not be covered by her pallu and it will be clearly visible and she smile at me secretly from the kitchen.once when me, my friend and his wife went for shopping at t.nagar ranganathan street it was highly crowded and as it was a deepavalli. Never had I experienced this feeling since marriage. My mentoring role brought us closer. She was generally the shy type. To me, she started opening up about her domestic issues – husband not caring, in-law trouble etc. The proverbial shoulder to cry on was mine. That much was fine. But the nature of our relation seemed to change gradually. Professor – student lines were getting blurred. Her smile, her eyes, the tone of her voice: all so innocent, yet captivating. I also began to realize that. Her second climax was unavoidable as she sucked on the cock in her mouth the monster in her ass drove her on, then who ever was licking her nipples slid his hand down and finger fucked her cunt, his reward was a hand full of hot juice as her climax spurted from her abused cunt.The men in her filled her and pulled out, no sooner had they left than she was grabbed and pushed on to her back her legs pulled up and shoved back. Hands held the back of her knees to her chest, both her holes open to. ” She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “I want another dance. Okay?” She pulled away.“Okay, lady, I’ll look forward to it!” I rushed into the men's room, took a stall and pissed like a racehorse. Kissing and fondling make my heart race. I double-timed back to the stage.“I saw that kiss, man!” John said and smiled knowingly. “Her idea or yours?”“Totally hers. I wasn’t expecting it.” I grinned at my friend. “Really good kisser, I hope she wants to play pattie-cake with me.”John.