After years of being apart, I finally decided to pay a visit to my old teacher. You see, back in the day, she used to be more than just an educator to me. There was always this lingering desire, this unspoken attraction between us that never got the chance to blossom. But now, with the passage of time and the privacy of her home, I felt like it was the perfect opportunity to explore what could have been.As soon as I stepped through the door, the air between us charged with anticipation. She, the epitome of elegance and sophistication, was still as breathtaking as I remembered. I could feel her soft, inviting pussy against my throbbing member, igniting a fiery passion within us. The taste of her sweet nectar, the feel of her warm embrace, it all brought back memories of lessons long forgotten, but the desire, oh the desire, it had only grown stronger with time.This was more than just a stolen moment, a forbidden fruit, it was an exploration of longing, of desire, of the sweet, intimate dance of carnal pleasure. And who better to guide me through these lessons than my former instructor?.