Miss Cox, introduced herself. She turned around to write her name on the board and you couldn't help but look at her butt that was straining against a tight busness skirt. This woman had some junk in the trunk. Every male in the class was looking at her unfortunatly they don't have the same situation to deal with as you.
You watch that tight ass shake and move as Miss Cox writes on the board but when your foot shifts around in a a shoe that moments ago was snug you look away and down at your desk. "shit, shit, shit," you try contemplating your dick...after all what greater turn off is there than tinking about your own penis. After a moment or two your heart beet slows and you fell your foot in your shoe fit more securly. "Fewww..." you breath out. You didn't even know you were holding your breath.
"Can anyone answer this..." What you look up, you had zoned completly out of what was going on. Miss Cox stood at the front of the class and you were faced with again that smoking ass body that was only accentuated by the curves. Everyone's had a sexy teacher fanatsy and this one was yours. You look away again.
"Jack, its Jack right?" Your name gets called and you have to look up. Miss Cox walkes down the isle of desks, her heels clicking on the tiled foor with each step. She walked right up to you and your thigh rests just slightly against your desk top. "Jack," she said looking down at you. "There is no sleeping in my class,"
You look up at her and can't help but notice how her chest is pushed out from her body and you even have to look over them to see up to her face...you haven't even shunk yet and already you look up to her...your heart is racing...and your shoes start to gett loose again.
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