“It’s ok,” Charlene replied. Indian sex video I knew this because a few days ago I’d sat in her chair and looked around to see where I’d best be able to show off my cleavage and my legs at the same time. “Oh, Miss Rutherford, I’m sorry I’d forgotten all about our chat, I was just having a one-on-one discussion with Amy here,” Charlene had slipped back into teacher mode quickly. “I just…just had to try, I love you and…”
“Amy, I’m your teacher,” she said softly. My breathing became shallow again as Charlene undid the buttons of my shirt one by one until it fell apart. The last day of school would be my first, and last, chance to finally confess my love to the person that had dominated my thoughts and fantasies for the last four years; my English teacher Miss Sullivan. I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder, took a deep breath, then strode out of the bathroom and made my way to the classroom. I stood up and smoothed my skirt down; I’d have to find a moment during the next hour to get changed anyway because after that it would be time for the final reckoning, so to speak.
