I'm not a very good writer. I taught history for 6 years but I've recently taken a sabbatical. I'm told that some of my sexual encounters are story wo...thy so I'm going to post a few here, starting with the most recent.One of my former students (lets call him Travis) posted that he was soon to be deployed with the army, on his social media. I messaged him to tell him that I was proud of him, which lead to a long conversation. He admitted that he had a crush on me when I taught him. I'm always. I assumed she wasn’t one of those insecure big girls because she wore a skirt that just covered her ass by a few inches. I could see the dimples of fat on the back of her thighs and all of a sudden there was a swelling in my pants. I swallowed hard, grabbed her bags and headed inside to help her get settled. Since she was staying in the room across from mine I headed across the hall and helped her get comfortable for a little while.“Thanks for helping me with my bags,” Claire said as she. There was just something about her that I really liked and I thought that she was super hot. To my surprise I had found out that she was being photographed at a studio near me. I had managed to get there and I had saw her as she entered the studio. I don't know what came over me but I thought that I'd go for a coffee at a nearby coffee shop and as I drank a coffee I was imagining what she was getting up to during the photo shoot.As I was lost in a daydream about her I was surprised that she. ”Lisa was getting so turned on she slowly pulled herHoodie up, revealing a small but very noticeable wetspot on the crotch of her white undies. This was sowrong, yet so exciting. Lisa knew she’d gone too far andyet all she wanted to do was push it further, to see howfar she could go. How much she could get away with.The girl was beginning to worry about Lisa’s intentionsand made a move to leave the elevator but was blocked bya man entering, listening to music, engrossed in.