He noticed that one of the students had not made a rush for the door. She had walked up to his desk instead and was standing there holding her test pa...er."Mr. Rocklin, I don't know what—uh—what I can do..." she trailed off.He studied the student, looking her over. Sandy Coxon, sixteen—maybe seventeen, long sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, tight silk blouse, short tight skirt, pretty pink lips, curvy—nice body ... sexy. His cock stiffened and rose."About your test score?" he asked. "Your grade.". “I miss you.”I watched the figure move by the window, dancing a little.“Saw you yesterday, baby,” I said.“Missing you already,” she said. The silhouette sat on the windowsill.“What are you up to, baby girl?” I asked.“I’m stuck at work,” she said in that nasal, pooh-poohing voice she likes to use.I grinned and shook my head. “Really?”“Yeah,” she said sadly.“That’s too bad,” I said. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”She clicked her tongue and whined, “What do you mean ‘maybe’?”“Depends.”“You better. I found myself getting hard in spite of myself. I had to admit those pics were pretty fucking hot. After all, they were designed to get me laid, so I’d made them as titillating as I could. And they’d done their job, albeit not with Chad. Still, the rational side of my brain kept kicking in. It kept telling me not to get any ideas, since I hardly needed more drama in my life.Fortunately my searches came back with no hits, at least no relevant ones. Even so, as much as I wanted to feel. “You’re making me horny again,” he said. “Really now,” she replied. “How horny are you?” “Pretty darn horny,” he said. “It’s easy with a gorgeous woman like you.” He stroked her hips a little. Not hard but not too softly either but his hands stroked her, from thee back, and he must have run over those hips a hundred times. It seemed like he loved her hips a lot. Finally, with his hands on her hips, he kissed her at the top of her back. Holding her hips like he was doing he kissed down lower. He.