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Mrs. B. was a great teacher for 10th grade English. Funny, engaging, personable—and a bit flirty. She was in her late-20s, just a couple years out of The University of Michigan, cute, nice body and flaming red hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She knew the boys all lusted after her and she did nothing to discourage our interest. Students even gave her a nickname, “Bubbles.” The administration was not pleased, but Mrs. B. didn’t seem to mind. She liked the attention. Oh, and I think that we actually learned a lot of English Lit between the horsing around.

It's going down now You're thirsty for some blood Actually craving for love. What you only want is dub Greed makes you go numb Purposefully, blocking good thoughts Hey, please, doctor, doctor He's about to be that patient 'Cause I'm about to knock him out cold (Bring him back, please) .Whole lotta moves I make on you like dance floor. And during this beat down You prolly wish that you can fast-forward (oh).

I giggled happily at his praise, squirming in his arms, just enjoying the closeness and relaxation. That moment, just snuggling and kissing right after he finished cumming in me, in some ways was almost better than the actual orgasms themselves, I loved it so much! But I knew I was being greedy; I couldn't ignore Mommy any longer, now matter how much I was enjoying my cuddle time with Daddy.