I just
came back from my meeting with Mrs. Clayton. I didn’t wind up only speaking to
her; several of the teachers were holding parent-teacher conferences, and since
several of them also teach Brendan and Sarah, they asked me to stop in to have
a word.
Mrs. Clayton was a total dog. I wouldn’t fuck her if she was the last woman alive. Next.
Mr. Faulkner, their art teacher, mostly expressed concern about Sarah. He said that Brendan tends to socialize during class hours, but what thirteen year old boy doesn’t? I’m sure that’s not unusual. Sarah, though, keeps to herself, and she came into class the other day smelling like cigarettes. I hate to make her my prime suspect regarding that marijuana I found, but I’m still sure that Brendan wouldn’t have had anything to do with it.
Mr. Faulkner was definitely fuckable. I think he’s probably gay, though. It’s a shame. He’s got a great ass and I’m pretty sure he’s got a great cock.
The math teacher, though, Ms. Cotton, had a lot to say about Brendan’s behavior. She is very unimpressed with how he behaves, and we agree it must have a lot to do with that girl, Jill. He sits fairly close to her and spends the entire time being a class clown, trying to get her attention.
I just wanted to stick Ms. Cotton’s head between my legs and let her lick away all night. Pretty sure I caught her checking out my cleavage, so hey, maybe I get a chance to get hot for teacher. She had the best breasts I’ve ever seen. I just wanted to reach over the table, grab ‘em and twist. I bet lots of kids don’t mind getting tutored in her class.
The last teacher I spoke to, Mme. Lalonde, was the one who upset me the most. She caught Sarah smoking outside, during recess. She was the entire reason Mrs. Clayton needed to call. I’m still thinking about how to approach the subject. Sarah’s difficult enough to talk to, and I’m sure she’ll deny everything...
Oh God, she was such an ice queen. Wouldn’t mind trying to defrost her, though. Not much to look at, but I kind of got the impression she’d be fucking insane in bed. Probably not a dyke, but I doubt she’d be much of a challenge to get to swing that way.
Wait what?
Who the hell typed all that?
Mrs. Clayton was a total dog. I wouldn’t fuck her if she was the last woman alive. Next.
Mr. Faulkner, their art teacher, mostly expressed concern about Sarah. He said that Brendan tends to socialize during class hours, but what thirteen year old boy doesn’t? I’m sure that’s not unusual. Sarah, though, keeps to herself, and she came into class the other day smelling like cigarettes. I hate to make her my prime suspect regarding that marijuana I found, but I’m still sure that Brendan wouldn’t have had anything to do with it.
Mr. Faulkner was definitely fuckable. I think he’s probably gay, though. It’s a shame. He’s got a great ass and I’m pretty sure he’s got a great cock.
The math teacher, though, Ms. Cotton, had a lot to say about Brendan’s behavior. She is very unimpressed with how he behaves, and we agree it must have a lot to do with that girl, Jill. He sits fairly close to her and spends the entire time being a class clown, trying to get her attention.
I just wanted to stick Ms. Cotton’s head between my legs and let her lick away all night. Pretty sure I caught her checking out my cleavage, so hey, maybe I get a chance to get hot for teacher. She had the best breasts I’ve ever seen. I just wanted to reach over the table, grab ‘em and twist. I bet lots of kids don’t mind getting tutored in her class.
The last teacher I spoke to, Mme. Lalonde, was the one who upset me the most. She caught Sarah smoking outside, during recess. She was the entire reason Mrs. Clayton needed to call. I’m still thinking about how to approach the subject. Sarah’s difficult enough to talk to, and I’m sure she’ll deny everything...
Oh God, she was such an ice queen. Wouldn’t mind trying to defrost her, though. Not much to look at, but I kind of got the impression she’d be fucking insane in bed. Probably not a dyke, but I doubt she’d be much of a challenge to get to swing that way.
Wait what?
Who the hell typed all that?
Just saying what
we’re all thinking.
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