MS. Kelly’s Ride of a Lifetime "Ok class, that'll be all for today, test is next week," As the rest of the class got up and walked out of the classr...om, I walked back to my desk and plumped down on the chair; tired, sweaty, and ready for the weekend with the boys. My name is Kelly, 30 year olds, divorced, and teaching 11th grade. Im about 5'6, dark hair brunette, slim, size C breasts, and glasses. A lot of people compare me with Sarah Palin for my face and Kim Kardashion for my ass. I was. Kimmy stopped. "No, it's a PD day. Thanks again, Sam."Kimmy was such a petite little thing—no more than five feet tall and maybe a hundred pounds. She was wearing a yellow buttoned shirt with the tails tied in a big knot above her midriff, just below where her breasts would someday grow. Right now she was flat as a pancake. Her little face was cute and dotted with pale sun-freckles, her shoulder-length hair bleached to a dirty blonde by the summer's hot sun. A soft swell of buttocks peeked out. Each time she felt me touch her virginal cavity’s opening she shuddered and whimpered; ‘another time’ I thought silently as I lowered the head between the hot wet petals of her flower and pushed the head into the grasping quivering muscle of her vaginal cavity. Her hips rose backwards as she felt my entry and groaned softly as she knew the familiar stretch of my cock’s girth with glee. Her channel was wet as I pushed deeper with each slow delicious stroke. Four inches and then five filled her. She came and stood in front of me. “Take everything off above the waist,” I ordered. Reluctantly, Alison moved to comply, she undid her tie, folded it and placed it on the desk. Then she untucked her blouse and slowly began to unbutton it. The few male students at Katherine Parr all agreed that Alison had the biggest and best tits in the school and as she took off her blouse, folded it, put it on the desk and stood before me in just a black lacy push up bra I was even more impressed. “And.