I was so busy concentrating on spraying the damned shoebox I didn’t notice that the paint had not only got the box but had also gone slightly furthe...r afield – ALL over the tiled floor in the corridor. My heart sank. Not only was my classroom right next door to that of the Love Of My Life, there was absolutely no way he’d not notice, therefore blowing my cover of sparkling/witty/capable/not-lacking-in-common-sense woman, well out of the water. I looked at the clock, time was on my side, he was. Still nothing. 10 minutes and I gave up.About 15 minutes after picture three, came picture four... I was shaking a little when I opened the text. Now she was in light blue satin panties taking a full body shot in the mirror. She was wearing a matching bra and a huge smile. The next text simply asked which ones I liked the best and I let her know that the silver ones were amazing. Another 10 minutes went by with nothing from her so I figured that she was checking out and would head home. I was. I waited a while and was trying to hear the voices but they closed the door, it was all dark and nothing to be heard. I went back to my room and peacefully went about my usual routine of masturbating thinking about one of the women in the house. Today I couldn’t stop thinking about my mother. The suspense of what’s going on the last few days kept my mind all the more fixated on her. My mother was a typical Tamil aunty as I have come to realize much later. She is about 5′ 8”, very fair, dark. All throughout this she would grind her hips in to my face so I could reach better depths of her loveliness. She shuddered and moaned as I continued I knew she was getting close her moans had gotten deeper more a****listic. So I went up to her clitoris and sucked on it. That pushed her over the edge. She threw her hands to the back of my head, forcing my face hard into her pelvis, and she gritted her teeth and silently groaned through them for about 30 seconds. I held on, very gently holding.