My desk was right in front of her desk. She would sit on the top of her desk facing me. She always wore those real short dresses, and when she crossed...her legs, her dress would ride up on her very beautiful thighs. She always wore a plunging bra that exposed the upper part of her magnificent breasts that showed plenty of cleavage, and when she would rock her body back and forth, her breasts would shake and give me an incredible rush.And her voice, oh, it was so sexy and she had the sexiest. "Um, no, that's fine," said Kevin, clearly a little disturbed by his arousal (which was clear from the bulge, that was tenting his trunks) at my mothers exposed tits. "I figure if you're going to be family then we should at least be comfortable with each other. You would tell me if you were bothered wouldn't you?" Of course Mrs. F." A little uncomfortable, and not sure what to say, while he waited for me to follow, Kevin tried to keep up the conversation. "It's easy to see where Lisa gets her. I heard no mistakes, but when I opened my eyes, as Brad sung his next part, Mr. Neel was shaking his head. A look of disappointment crossed my face, and Mr. Neel came towards me as I began to sing again. He placed his hand on the middle of my chest, just below my breasts, and pressed in. His thumb grazed the side of my breast, and I faltered while singing. He kept his hand there, as we finished the song, and I could swear that he was moving his thumb along the outline of my breasts as I. ?Chelsea please? what do I have to do? I'll do whatever you want! Ipromise!??Finally! I think you're just now appreciating the position you're in!You should also understand that considering what a bunch of jerks youand your idiotic friends have been to me and my girlfriends, I shouldjust kick back and watch the fireworks when you show up to school onMonday in this pretty dress, unable to say anything but how much youlove dressing like a girl! And when our parents show up it will get.