Your teacher is feeling a bit under the weather today, so I’ll be picking up where she left off if you don’t mind.”...a male substitute teacher....y perfect tits from hell were squished against the deck of my desk, nipples erecting out of panic, as I tried to disappear behind my front neighbor. The way Mr. Peterson was trying to sort out his papers instead of frothing at the mouth looking around for fresh meat meant he hadn’t sensed me yet. If he was the kind of teacher that let us read in. "See how wet you've already gotten my pussy. I hope you know what to do about it."The empty desk top would give her plenty of room to lie on her back with her legs dangling over the end, and she got her purse out of a drawer and placed it where she could use it as a pillow for her head. Selma placed her hands on her desk and leaned her weight on them. "Put your fingers in the waistband of my panties and pull them down and around my ass," she instructed her pupil. "Yes, like that."With her ass. "No," I said, thinking back over the past few months, "no, nothing that comes to mind." Tell me about your dreams?" she asked, with a sexy smile."W-what," I stuttered again, my nights are filled with the most erotic of images, "I never remember any of my dreams," I lied."Of course you do," she smiled, "do you want me to tell you about them." No," I shouted, then I looked down at the floor, totally embarrassed."So young Terry, what else have you been experiencing other than erotic dreams and a. I studied it closely, remembering the curving lines and how they perfectly complimented her ass cheeks. I pulled her pants down and off of her, but left her heels on her. Then I put my hand under her crotch and I could feel a tremendous amount of heat radiating from her hairless tight pussy. I slid my finger up and down her slit and found her clit again. I played with it for a while and she was becoming very slick. I sat her down on the couch and had her spread her legs wide. I just had to.