Mr Eddings’s Seduction
A few years ago, I taught history at King HIgh. It was a dull job; the principal had me on a choke chain, but there was one mitigating factor to that job, and it was Meghan, who had my fourth-period American History class. Meghan was fifteen, with the best body I had ever seen. She had glossy blonde hair that went just down to her shoulders. Her ass was round and pert, and her tits looked wonderful, especially when she wore tight T-shirts. Her skin was taut and smooth, and her body was athletic. She often wore tight, skinny jeans that emphasised that wonderful ass, as well as her calves. When no-one else was looking, I would stare at that tight little ass and those perfect tits from my desk. I imagined what it would …