I wasn't very good at math in school. And the teachers would often help meout after class. Well, we got a new, good-looking math teacher,Mr. Holland, ...and I was attracted to him. I liked looking at him and triedto imagine how he looked naked. I got the impression he liked looking atme, too. One day he asked me stay after class, and then he told me that, like theother teachers, he would like to help me in my math. Would I be interested?Of course I said yes. We set up for the next day. We met and. "We went inside and I picked up dishes while Mary started filling up the sink."So, little girl. Are you trying to steal my Daddy?"She dropped a mug in the sink and it made a splash. Her whole body slammed back as if she'd been hit and she looked petrified."I didn't mean anything... I just..." Hey. Hey. It's all right. I was kidding. There's plenty of him to go around."She looked up at me, hopeful but hesitant. "Really?"I hugged her. "Really." It's just that I haven't had a dad since I was. Soon I felt her pussy lips tighten and she gushed out oodles of wet sticky cum onto my fingers. Granny laid back, breathing heavily, sucking on her lower lip seductively. I pulled out my fingers from her pussy and wiped them at the edge of her saree and hugged her tightly and started kissing her all over her face and neck. My hands got busy fondling her boobs over her blouse.“Uffooo… slowly…” granny moaned and giggled. She unhooked her blouse and freed her dairy globes for me. For the first. But one day you wore a saree and for your colour and sexy waist all boys were drooling over you).We were sitting on opposite sofas. When Gayathri bent to serve me, I could see him looking at her hot ass through the flimsy skirt. I had a mental image of Sriram bending Gayathri over a table and fucking her.Narayan was thinking, ,“Dei, ippadiyaa ennoda pondatiya pappaey, kannalaeyyaey avala fuck panniduva polla irrukku”( Hey, Will you see my wife like this, looks like you will fuck her with your.