Oh Miss – What A Fuck! – Part 1 free porn video
Life is one, desires are many, time is less, the to-do list is big. It is our life and we must choose how to live it, positively or the other way. When we are joyful, we say yes to life and have fun and project positivity all around us. We become a sun in the center of every constellation. People want to be near us in our company, in our sunshine.
Always strive to stay happy, be jovial, shun negativity and adopt positivity. Stay in others’ hearts because that is the best place to live. Live happily and make others happy. This is what I have learned with my experience of writing.
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Mysteries of sexual attraction cannot be explained through any logic. Sometimes the differences in two separate individuals and their soul became the very hinges and glue that holds them together. Sexually we can get attracted to anyone irrespective of the age or relationship dynamics. It is the surge of our sexual needs that drives us.
It was September, quarterly exams had just finished for my child studying in UKG. It was Saturday, open day in school to collect results and discuss with teachers. My wife was busy. So, for the first time, I went with my son to collect results. We were the last in the queue.
Few parents were already waiting so we had to wait for some time. The teacher asked us to sit, but the chairs and tables were for kids. Being a 6+ ft tall man I could not sit on that small furniture. After a few minutes again the teacher requested me to sit. I indicated to her that I was ok and stood there.
The teacher’s name was Devika. She was very pretty and young maybe in her late twenties, lovely smile. Her hair made in a bun with a pin stuck in it. She was wearing a purple saree matched with a tight-fitting golden short-sleeved blouse. On the back, it was tied in a neat knot with golden strings.
The blouse strap on the back was a very thin little bigger than the usual bra strap. It was so thin that it looked almost like she was backless. her almost nude back looked smooth and soft. Her lovely naked waist looked marvelous. The blouse was very short, exposing her sparkling white stomach down up to her belly.
Her short blouse exposed a lot of her body from her shoulders, arms, and her deep chest. Her blouse was too thin at her bra lines, it was deep cut also. It just stood at the breaking edge of her cleavage. I never believe in love at first sight, but always believe in thundering sexual attraction at first sight.
She was looking vibrant and seductively attractive. I lost my composure. My body deciding before my brain that she would be a ‘Royal’ fuck. I regretted not coming to school earlier. Devika was gorgeous. Tall, looked confident, amazon of a woman.
The lines of her gold blouse combined with Purple saree skimming every curve of her body. Her saree and blouse covered less, exposed more. I had a perverted sort of look to her. As though I was looking at a piece of nude art. There was only carnal desire there, towards her bewitching beauty.
I stood admiring her beauty from a little distance. She saw me more than once staring at her, I had to look the other side. She kept checking if I was again looking at her. Our eyes met for a few times a lovely little hide and seek of eyes.
Her expression indicated that she was loving the attention that she was getting from a horny man. I was sure she was not wearing a regular bra, might be thongs or strapless. Her boobs tightly caged in that blouse. They looked huge from the way her blouse shaped, creating two huge lumps on her chest.
She looked amazing. Her radiant presence just blew me away. Our turn came. She said sorry we have small benches only. She got up to offer her chair, but I asked her to remain seated. I sat on a small bench with little difficulty. She raised to offer me her chair.
She bent a little, not exposing anything but her lovely boobs moved down. She knew how good the sight of her boobs would affect the morals of a man. Her shell-like breasts, her pearly skin, her attitude they were all terrific. I was losing my morals. Her lovely perfume shrunk in me deeper making me mad for her.
She asked me why my wife did not come. I told her that she was leaving for Bangalore in the evening Shatabdi along with the children. So, she was busy packing. She enquired when they will be back. I told her Thursday. She said that my son is also very tall like me, and I had to agree with her.
She was lovely, bold, full of energy, hot and sexy. I was curious to know more about her I asked her if she was from Chennai. She informed me that she had moved from Pune only 6 months back. We discussed my son’s performance at school. She said he is very naughty, but overall, he is very good.
In the meantime, my son went towards the charts and started showing me ‘Papa – Tall – short, big – small.’ Madam told me that he is the tallest in the class, I told her that there are a lot of advantages of being tall. She asked me to tell her about the advantages of being tall.
More than the question, I was little taken back she way she asked me. There was nobody around class was empty. Even outside it was like most of them had left. I wondered if she doesn’t know that a tall man would have a long dick.
I pointed towards my son and said, “For his mother, I can clean the fans and lights easily. I can clean the upper racks also easily. She makes use of my height to her maximum advantage.” I looked towards her, kept quiet with my heartbeat increasing every moment.
She laughed and said, “Yeah, I know, it’s useful everywhere, very nice. It is always nice to help your wife. She is very lucky to have a tall man like you. Mam is also very pretty and beautiful. I always like tall and mature men. They are more trustworthy, responsible and sensible.”
Why did she tell that? I was 36 a little mature, was she praising me? Women can confuse and also seduce anyone with their talks. Women know more about words than men ever will and to understand them, Phew, it is always very dicey.
She smiled mischievously and said, “Tall people always have to sit in the last bench also along with other Romeos of the class.” She seemed to be smart enough to extend the conversation. She seemed to be very friendly and jovial. I said, “I was also a last bencher and Romeo too.”
I mustered courage and told, “For teachers like you, even today we can become students and sit in any benches.” She laughed at what is said as I looked at her with mischievous eyes. She gave me my son’s report card and answer sheets as we spoke. It was not like meeting my son’s teacher, it was very different.
She said, “Your son is already a Romeo in class. He remembers all the girl’s phone numbers and not even a single boy’s number from the class.” I was zapped by what she told. I never knew this. Devika miss called my son, asked him numbers of few girls, he quickly gave them. She told him to go and play.
She said, “He is a Romeo but very good in numbers. I would suggest you put him in abacus classes. He will do very well.” I did not hesitate and said, “He is like his father of younger days. I too was a Romeo. But I feel he is too young. My wife and I both don’t want him to take the burden of studies at this young age. Let him be happy, play and enjoy.”
She looked at me with a smile and said, “Since you said play, let me tell you one more thing. Whenever he enters school in a happy playful mood. He wishes me ‘Good Morning Mam’.” And she laughed out, I was sure she was at something else.
I took my chance and told her “Who would not like those chubby cheeks?” Slowly I could feel that intimacy was building. Like a time bomb, it was ticking slowly. But would it explode or not was a matter of time. She was a very different teacher.
This was the first time I met such a seductive, open-minded teacher. I again wondered if I was discussing with my son’s teacher. This madam was a little extra frank and friendly. Everything she did I felt she seduced me. While she breathed her boobs heaved. I felt she was breathing for me only.
She said, “I have seen very few kids with this kind of memory power. So I would strongly suggest you put him in abacus classes. I leave it to you to decide.” My culprit mind started to make its moves. I told her, “Madam It would be fine if someone would teach him at home.”
She said, “I would love to coach him. I used to take tuitions earlier. But as per this school’s guidelines, I cannot take tuition for children at my home. Taking tuitions at my home will impact my preparations for the next day at school. It is a very funny and unusual rule.”
I replied, “You can teach him at my home, I would love to have you at my home,” I said this paused and continued “to coach my son.” She thought for a moment and said, “Yes, I can come home to take tuitions. That is possible, it should not be a problem. The timing should work out then. That would be great, what is your office timings, sir.”
I replied, “10.30 to 7.00, and tuitions are for my son not for me.” I looked at her puzzled. With every sentence, the interaction we moved closer. We could not stop playing with each other with words.
She looked at my son, then at me. She said, “Yes, I know that, but I want to see a tall man working at home also, so I asked.” Something was brewing between us and I was pretty sure what it was. I laughed and asked, “Oh ok, anytime you are welcome madam.”
She did not answer and said, “I am free by 3.45 from school, I can spend another 30 minutes and then make it by 4.30.” She looked like a woman in a hurry. Now she was deciding very quickly. I wanted to know if she was married, about her family.
Was it just the money or she intended something else? A man’s mind always is very positive on sexual matters. I told her, “Madam, you can take your time to decide, no hurry, you can inform me later also.”
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