Aaj jo story mein aap ko sunany ja raha hoon woh mery ek school teacher sir mola box ki hai mein us waqat 8th class mein partha tha jab sir mola box k...a transfer hamary school mein hooa woh shikarpur sindh kay sindhi thay. Sir mola box pehly hi din say mujhko buhut pyar say dekhty thay aur mujhko pyar say kashi kehty thay aur aksar pyar say mery galon aur kabhi kabhar meri gand par bhi hath pherty thay jab exame nazdeek aany lagy tao aek din sir nay kaha kashi tum parhai mein buhut kamzor ho aur. When I greeted the front desk staff in Mandarin, a pony-tailed, rail-thin, post-college age girl in red/black Hanfu replied to me in impeccable English. Her demeanor was gruff, her voice plangent, and her horn-rim glasses practically the size of grapefruits…She averted eye contact, monotonously rattled off the breakfast buffet time, location, check out time, and handed me a key card, said the bags were already in the room. After handing my passport back to me, with both hands, she pointed me in. I had experimented with females through high school and before college, been with a lot of guys but nothing compared to female love. Today I wanted to go and talk to her, today before I left I would ask her to dinner at my house to work on some homework, there was 10 minutes left in class and I was gonna just stare at that ass til then. Every movement it would jiggle just a little bit and sent lightening bolts through my pussy. The 10 minutes was up and everyone was getting up to leave I went. Jeff is a single parent. According to my mother, his wife had an argument with a train and lost. My mother expressed surprise that the train survived the encounter. Anyway, she left behind Jeff and two cute little k**s, Bobby and Marie, now aged three and two, respectively. Jeff had helped put the k**s to bed and then shot through for his night out. He doesn’t get that many of them. I watched TV for a few hours and finally went to bed myself. Jeff didn’t know when he’d be back so I’d agreed to.