“Stevie told me you were not feeling well so I decided to come over and see you”“Oh, you don’t need to do that.” I said.“Well, lay down an... I’ll take your temperature.”She got a thermometer out of her purse and put it in my mouth and asked:“Are you alone?” I nodded.As we waited on my temperature, I couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was. I never really admired Mrs. Anderson out before, but this time I noticed her full red lips, nice dark brown hair, and her big brown beautiful eyes. She. (She started a little friendly flirting to make me feel better)Sara: I would totally be your girl if we weren’t such good friends.We both laughed. The conversation became normal.Over the next few weeks, we hang out a lot in the evenings. My friend asked me if something was happening but I told him nothing was. We actually were just friends.Then he asked, “Well, she told my girl that she really likes you. But she is the kind of girl who won’t make the first move”.I thought he was kidding and. He looked quiterugged with a staunch look in his eye. His body looked hard everywherebut in the gut area where he had a bit of a paunch. He stroked his lightbeard as he sat down on the edge of the trunk and looked straight aheadat what was his new home.Looking at it was like taking a step back in time. They didn't make themlike this anymore. It was a brick and mortar hose, built to withstand thetest of time. It was old, and yes it was in need of certain littlerepairs, but being a five. Her ass was so fine, every time she wore a skirt, her ass would look like they're bulging a bit. She's got normal sized breasts, and she looked absolutely gorgeous, in a mature older lady kind of way, definitely by my standards. She's my art teacher for my class, which are mostly filled with art students. Every time she teaches in class, I can never concentrate! I'd always get a hard on every time I look at her, mostly every time when she turns around and her ass would jiggle a bit when she.