Her breasts were about thirty six -d Her waist was about 24, and her hips was about thirty two or three. What ever it was it looked good to me. ... was wondering whether to try and make conversation with her or not. She was so pretty, she may not talk to me. “What’s your name?” I asked, “my name is Jim.” She looked at me and smiled, “It’s Sally,” she said, “what grade are you in Jim?” “I’m a senior this year,” he told her. “How about that, I’m a senior to,” she said, “this is. When did I meet our daughter?”April chose then to walk into my room, close the door, and pull herself up onto my bed. She had some contraption that let her pull down the door handle to open my door. Paula looked a bit embarrassed that my dick still had our shared juices on it. The same juices were running down the crack of her ass.“S-tink-e Dav-id. S-tink-e Pa-La,” April said, shocking the hell out of Paula.“Up Pa-la. Big girl potty,” April said, trying to pull Paula off the bed.I followed them. In my 17 years of teaching, she was, hands down, the hottest student ever to grace my classroom. an incredible raven-haired beauty with American Indian in her, I wasn't going to miss the chance to see a flash of cleavage or a bit of thigh. I didn't make a habit of lusting after my students, but in her case, it was hard not to."No, they are not. I am just now finishing up the paperwork to submit them to the front office," I said as I looked up from my work. "They'll be posted later this. When I return back to the table, I have a chance to see under the table, who was doing that hand jo band blow job on my cock… It was this small little girl from the toillete…. She was still under the table, she smiled on me… and there were those eyes… Damn…. Whose girl is this, she made me such a good blow job… I was hardly waiting that this event and dinner finish that I could get contact with this small girl. My secretary already make some new friendships. One off this bussiness college asked.