Ummm… Judy. You know last week, at the car park.” “Yes Miss.” “When you said I was lovely… did you mean as in a great teacher?” “Does ...it matter what I meant?” “No, no… I just wasn’t sure.” Judy looked into Nathalie’s eyes and Nathalie saw the way her student’s light brown eyes had become dewy and searching. “Is there something you want to say to me Judy?” Judy was trembling. Her whole body was quivering with a combination of nerves and sexual tension. “I think you’re more than lovely Miss.” “Oh. It was on the top right corner. At that time don’t what happened to me. My intentions became bad n i let her sit at the corner and sat at the left to her. As the film started the theatre became dark n no one could see any other person. I hold her hand than slowly started rubbing her palm. Later on i put my right hand around her neck n grabbed her near me. She understood what i was up to but didn’t told anything. My left hand was rubbing her thighs. She was wearing black shalwar kameez. Then. Then it pushed in again, as deep as before and I felt that tightening sensation once more. And so it continued. I rolled my hips slowly with the steady motion of my ghostly dawn self, encouraging the sensation that shimmered up and down my cock. Feeling myself pushing in and out of its own tight hole. Pushing and pulling, the increasing wetness produced by ourselves making each successive push easier than the last. On it went, each pass seemingly slightly faster than the last. A feeling began. I buried myself in her, leaning for the most possible leverage, and then grinding my pelvic bone to hers. We kissed, holding the moment for as long as possible before our bodies demanded movement: the flex and sway of her hips to the push and pull of mine. Smalls sounds escaped us with every breath. I tried to keep to long, slow strokes, but my body was overwhelmed with the sensation of being inside her. We scrabbled at each other, rapid, fervent, urgent. Her legs came off the arms of the.