Go to Health class
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She has possibly the biggest breasts you've ever seen in your life. They have to be at least a double G cup. They sag a bit, but that's to be expected from such volume. Her black blouse which tucked into her pencil skirt stretched to hold her tits. The weight of her tits make them crease and fold over her blouses. Mrs. Paula certainly isn't fat, but she's curvy. That's to be expected though after her 3 children. | She has possibly the biggest breasts you've ever seen in your life. They have to be at least a double G cup. They sag a bit, but that's to be expected from such volume. Her black blouse which tucked into her pencil skirt stretched to hold her tits. The weight of her tits make them crease and fold over her blouses. Mrs. Paula certainly isn't fat, but she's curvy. That's to be expected though after her 3 children. | ||
| - | "Okay class does everybody have the permission | + | "Okay class does everybody have the permission slips I asked you to bring yesterday for our reproductive unit?", she asks in a bright voice. Everybody passes up a small slip of paper which granted permission for the altered version of the standard health curriculum. |
You reach into your backpack and fish for the paper you had hastily shoved inside last night. The jock in front of you grows impatient as you attempt to find it. "C'mon dork hurry it up.", he grits between his teeth. | You reach into your backpack and fish for the paper you had hastily shoved inside last night. The jock in front of you grows impatient as you attempt to find it. "C'mon dork hurry it up.", he grits between his teeth. | ||
Current revision as of 19:25, 10 June 2014
You enter your Health class room and take your seat in the back. This was is too boring and easy for you anyways. After everyone takes their seats the teacher Mrs. Paula, a woman in her late 30's, gets up and sits on the front of her desk. You've always been a bit fond of her.
She has possibly the biggest breasts you've ever seen in your life. They have to be at least a double G cup. They sag a bit, but that's to be expected from such volume. Her black blouse which tucked into her pencil skirt stretched to hold her tits. The weight of her tits make them crease and fold over her blouses. Mrs. Paula certainly isn't fat, but she's curvy. That's to be expected though after her 3 children.
"Okay class does everybody have the permission slips I asked you to bring yesterday for our reproductive unit?", she asks in a bright voice. Everybody passes up a small slip of paper which granted permission for the altered version of the standard health curriculum.
You reach into your backpack and fish for the paper you had hastily shoved inside last night. The jock in front of you grows impatient as you attempt to find it. "C'mon dork hurry it up.", he grits between his teeth.
Luckily you find the crumpled paper and hand it to him. He snatches it and passes it up to the next person. The teacher takes the papers and marks the names of people who didn't bring the sheets. The students who were marked leave the room and were required to stay in study hall till the end of the period.
"Almighty then, as you guys already know the reproductive system is comprised of two parts. The male penis, and the female vagina...", she begins. Oh great..., you mumble before you start to daydream out the window. You long to really fuck Mrs. Paula's brains out. Her plush tits wrapped around your cock, massaging the cum out of you...yes...
Mrs. Paula claps her hands together, "And now I need a male volunteer". You snap out of your dream in an instant. The fuck she say?. Oh great. The last thing you want is to draw attention to yourself.
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