Even though she was still fully clothed, I could smell the sweet musky aroma of arousal. I could imagine how wet she was. The smell of her intensified...all of my notions, ideas and feelings until they collapsed into one simple thought. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to experience the joy of sex in every way imaginable, but not by the man that was now pounding his cock into my cunt, and not by any other man. I wanted just the woman that lay beneath me stroking my hair. No. My pussy started to burn and tingle. I could not believe what I was thinking or feeling. I tried to put it all out of my head. I watched as Jeremiah dressed and left the yard. Then I went to the shower and fingered myself until I got an intense orgasm, thinking about that giant black dick…The next days I kept thinking of Jeremiah and running into him, mostly on purpose. I wanted to him naked again. But my body wanted to feel him, my pussy wanted to feel him. My pussy wanted to feel that huge. I've consciously refrained from any involvement with my students (there have been other opportunities) up 'til now, as such involvement usually ends up disastrously for the teacher of the pair. But, the lack of sex for so long and other circumstances falling just right, I could no longer restrain myself.With my looks, I've always been the object of male adolescent wet dreams since long before my career began but, I was always able to stay aloof from and deflect such pubescent behavior in the. Shit grunt work in other words.Anyway my co-worker and myself went to hooters for lunch. The lovelyblonde waitress comes to our table and instead of looking at her lovelybreasts I notice the bushy eyebrows and mustache on the misplaced face.At first I am to stunned to sat anything and I ask my buddy if henoticed anything strange about the waitress. He says other then herhuge ass and nice tits no.I excuse myself to go to the restroom. As I get up I see the girl orman wave me to come over. I walk.