SEX WITH THE SCHOOL TEACHER(2)

She got to the desk and sat down behind it. For a moment he froze as he looked at her front. As she sat down she leaned forward. Her breasts were huge - big, white, and inviting. The dress was low cut - surely too low cut for an evening like this, he thought to himself. But maybe she liked that sort of thing. Maybe she liked putting on a show and letting all those men who came in to see her get a good look at her like this. He imagined what it would be like to get his hands on them. God, he wanted them so damn bad. He told himself not to stare. But it was easier said than done. He tried to tear his eyes away and look back at her face. He managed it at last and was dismayed to see that she was looking at him, intently, with a little smile on her lips - those cherry red lips. It was a half-knowing, half-mocking smile that seemed to say to him that she knew exactly what it was that he had been doing, and what he had been thinking. He felt as though he was blushing, hard. His face felt hot