Davis, standing by her desk. She looked very pretty for her age. Short brown hair, reading glasses, knee high skirt with a buttoned up shirt.“Sit�..., she sternly said pointing at the chair beside her desk. She sat and Mike sat. Ms. Davis went on about how misbehaved his child was in regards to talking too much and always tickling the girls in the class. Mike laughed and asked what the big deal was. Ms. Davis couldn’t believe this question. “Tickling is very annoying and disruptive,” she. It was a French kiss and he was so passionate about it. He was sucking my lower lips and pulling it with his lips wildly. I was biting his upper lips. I was holding his head and pushing him towards me. His hands were busy near my thighs and he was feeling my hard dick too.The kiss lasted for 10-12 minutes and in the end, he asked me to spit in his mouth.Wow, this guy is sexy! When I spat, he swallowed it.After we broke the kiss, he was giggling. I asked him what he wanted to do next. He was. Honest!" Then she looked at him intently and asked, "But am I attractive enough for you? Is there anything about me you would like changed?"Then with a little smile she said, "Forget that question for now. I'll ask it again later, when you're seeing me naked."Mike was in a state of utter shock. Nothing like this had ever happened to him nor had he ever heard of anything like it happening to anyone else. My God! he thought. This doesn't even happen in the movies! I'm in the presence of the most. “They are too small.” She said and looked apologetically at me. “I don’t wear a bra most of the time.” I could see that she was embarrassed by their relative size.“They are perfect. Any bigger would be a waste.” It was an old line and not very original, but I hoped it would make her feel better. “Helen, you should never feel embarrassed about your body. It is an amazing thing and can do so much more than you know.” Her inverted nipple had now become pronounced as it grew hard under my fingers..