I had great respect for Amit sir and he too respected me and I was his best student. Our relation was always a teacher-student relation. I never had a...ny bad intention towards him nor had he on me.Time passed like this, I passed out from school. But as I was his best student, we were in contact. I also used to go to school to meet him. He was my best teacher. He used to live in nearby locality, so I also used to go to his home for casual meetings. We have each other’s contact number, used to. Welived on near a creek where one could go in the summerto cool off. One hot afternoon Aunt Karen suggestedgoing there. We did the usual small talk and she wentinto the bathroom to change into her bathing suit. Alittle while later she came out wearing a pink one-piece that was form fitting and did not have the usualpadding in the bra or crotch.We walked the quarter mile to the creek to an area thathad a tiny waterfall. When you sat there it gave you awhirlpool affect. Karen was talking and all. He’s already exhausted me, but he wants to make his point—that he owns me for two hours, that he’s gone months without it, and he is going to get his money’s worth. He stops pumping, holds, jerks, comes deep inside me, and rolls off me, detaching himself from my fingernails I’d dug into his shoulder blades as he was doing me.“You’re doin’ great, kid,” he mutters. “Hang in there. There’s more—lots more.”He runs his hand into my long, blond hair—he likes the hair—pulls my face to his, and gives. She did and then started sucking cum from Nicole's ass hole until she had it all.I was thinking about breakfast in a half-hearted way. I hoped someone would offer to cook so I started to make coffee figuring it would be needed. I did not know how many guys stayed the night only having seen my room, the living room and the kitchen and counting only six including myself. However, there were still the dining room and two bedrooms still to go!With all the women accounted for, I wasn't to sure who.