A few years ago I was giving private keyboard lessons in a private structure. Every Saturday afternoon I had lessons with the same student (young adult I would like to specify), for more than a year already, and we were alone in the premises. She wasn't particularly good at the keyboard, far from it, but hung on and spent more time talking and trying to tackle subjects a little more difficult than I was spending my time "zapping", than to work on his musical technique. But having not had an intimate relationship for some time, it was becoming difficult not to pick up on her allusions. Whenever I had to be away from the classroom, when I came back, she managed to turn her back to the door and lean forward, pretending to rummage in her bag,One day, she went much further by explaining to me that one of her "friends" had complimented her on her chest, which she hastened to show me by releasing her bra a little, without I did not ask for anything ... indeed, the breasts were rather generous, of good shape, with beautiful brown nipples and large halos just enough and well drawn. But for all that, we resumed the course and I tried not to think about it any more, even if this vision had somewhat awakened my lower abdomen.The next lesson, when she had already warmed me up a bit, she asked me to give her a little shoulder massage to relax her. Being seated next to her, so I got up, walked past her, and began to gently massage her shoulders, which she seemed to enjoy. After a little while, she took both my hands and put them on her breasts, holding them. I was caught off guard, but feeling his bosom through the fabric of his shirt was very nice and was starting to turn me on. I then started to squeeze them a little, to "knead them, then taking confidence, I put my hands under his shirt and put them in his bra. I then felt the heat of her two breasts, my fingers brushed her nipples. erect. She let herself go back a little, resting her head against my stomach and savoring these caresses ... Then she spread her legs a little. At this invitation, I lowered my right hand, unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper a little, and slipped my hand into her panties, touching her pubis and feeling her curly fleece under my palm. I lowered my hand a little lower, sliding a finger between her lips and started a few movements, soon feeling the wetness of her pussy come in. She was breathing more heavily, closing her eyes, obviously enjoying herself. In my underpants it was madness. My erection was hard, almost painful. I brought my face closer to mine, resting my mouth against hers and swirling my tongue around hers as my finger sank into her privacy. At this invitation, I lowered my right hand, unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper a little, and slipped my hand into her panties, touching her pubis and feeling her curly fleece under my palm. I lowered my hand a little lower, sliding a finger between her lips and started a few movements, soon feeling the wetness of her pussy come in. She was breathing more heavily, closing her eyes, obviously enjoying herself. In my underpants it was madness. My erection was hard, almost painful. I brought my face closer to mine, resting my mouth against hers and swirling my tongue around hers as my finger sank into her privacy. At this invitation, I lowered my right hand, unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper a little, and slipped my hand into her panties, touching her pubis and feeling her curly fleece under my palm. I lowered my hand a little lower, sliding a finger between her lips and started a few movements, soon feeling the wetness of her pussy come in. She was breathing more heavily, closing her eyes, obviously enjoying herself. In my underpants it was madness. My erection w ...

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