The next day at school I was still replaying every second of what I’d done to Nancy. My cock stayed hard through every class at the thought, and I barely heard a word the teachers said.

Then came last period. Ms. Harper’s class.

Our Sub teacher. Early 30s, recently divorced, curvy in all the right places, and always dressed like she was trying to stay professional but failing.

Tight white blouse that stretched across her heavy tits, black pencil skirt hugging her wide hips, and those black heels that made her legs look endless.....

I spent the whole hour staring at her chest and imagining bending her over the desk....