They seem to like me, too. In fact, part of me is seriously tempted to try to lure at least one or two of them into bed with my jailbait self.The only...reasons that I haven’t so far are that it could be perceived as leverage for some kind of blackmail on my part and it would perhaps turn me from a teacher’s pet into a mortal enemy of them. Perhaps I’ll just wait and seduce them when I’m eighteen instead. I’m not sure. Time enough to decide on that.In any case, I’ve got some new friends. That is. Mai bata doon ki meri mom ki age 41 hai aur wo ek teacher hai. Unko figure ek dum mast hai. Unki figure 38dd boobs 34 kamar aur 40 hand hai. Ek kashmiri aurat hai toh soch lo aap ki kya mat maal hogi. Ek dum gori, body puri maas se bhari huyi. Maine unko ek baar kapre change karte dekha tha tabhi maine unke boobs dekhe. Mast boobs the unke, ek dum barde watermelon jitne barde aur nipples pink colour k the. Mera ussi samay lund kharda ho gaya. Meri maa ne mujhe dekha aur hasne lagi. Unko lagta. Something happened during the wedding that made me think that not everyone is made to be married. We drank a ton and all my best friends were my table. We were 10 people at the table. I sat with a married woman, whose husband could not make it due to some business trip. She was nice, but not someone I would like to be with. So dinner was pleasant, but no hope of getting laid here.After dinner we danced and hung out by the bar. John and his wife was there with us. John is a friend of friend. His. Sometimes teachers felt bad for her and raised it through small tasked extra credit like reading a book, cleaning up the class room, helping them grade papers which was pretty much just typing what they told me in the computer. Ewen was running out of things he could write down as extra credit. While other girls called her a slut for getting most of her grades by 'extra credit' she never let that bother her. It was never trading sexual favors for grades for which she was happy with. The class.