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It was an early fall day.
Ms.
Smythe, my American Lit teacher, was lecturing on the contemporary short story.
I as not taking in too much information because from my seat all I could see were a pair of dynamite legs and some very large breasts that made my cock cock raise and strain against my jeans.
She was too pretty to be a teacher.
All animalsex the boys had crushes on her and I fantasized on a daily basis about having sex on her desk.
I as embarrassed and tried to quickly stuff them into my book bag so Ms.
Smythe Smythe wouldn’t think I was clumsy but it was too late.
We were alone now in animalsex the class room and she approached me, helping me to place items in my bag.
I gulped as she lifted one long leg and placed the graceful toe of her black strappy heels on the animalsex the top of my desk.
She pulled her skirt back, almost to her waist, exposing again her leg all the way up to her sheer, lacey panties.Her experienced hands lightly moved over her leg, she showed me her nylon stockings held up by garters.
It was an erotic dream come true true as she removed one releasing animalsex the tops of her stocking from the clips, revealing creamy tender flesh as she slowly unrolled the hose from the rest of her leg.
I could get a glimpse of heaven as I looked down her white crisp, cotton shirt.
Every move she made, every every breathy word she uttered added to my growing imagination of what I would like to do to her.
Not only to her tits, but her perfectly formed ass and animalsex the whole rest of the package too.
But I was a teenager and she had to be in her thirties.
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