I was reading all the posts today about missing teachers, and I couldn’t help but think of her when I was in middle school. The first woman I ever masturbated to was my English teacher and my class teacher.
I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that, but I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that. I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to do this, but I’m sure I’ll be able to do it.
The next is the sound of high heels from the corridor, and then the figure of a female teacher walked in. She wasn’t too tall, about 160, and her hair was long and permed into a wavy curl on her shoulders. She wasn’t particularly pretty, but she was a very good-looking type. The most attractive part of her body was her large breasts, which looked like two small watermelons. (Now I’m sure they were above a D cup) held the white shirt up high. Underneath she wore a black knee-length skirt, and her calves were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. This was the first impression Ms. Zhao left on me.
The first thing you need to know is that you can’t be too careful with the way you look at things. I’m not going to be able to get any more information about the company, but I’m going to be able to find out more about the company. After class, several familiar boys got together to talk about Ms. Zhao’s breasts, some saying they looked like smaller watermelons and others like soccer balls. I’m sure that most of the boys in the class were staring at Ms. Zhao’s breast for a while.
The most important thing to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are doing and what you are doing. I was still very depressed in my heart, because my mother could often go to Mr. Zhao’s house to ask about my situation in school. Since I had no interest in English in elementary school, I did very well in all my grades except English, which was always at the bottom of my class. Finally, in the summer before my second year of elementary school, my mother brought me to Mr. Zhao’s house. She asked Mr. Zhao to help me with my English. The most important thing you can do is to make sure that you have the right tools for the job.
The most important thing to remember is that you can’t go home without having to pay attention to what you’re paying for. It was the afternoon of the summer vacation, after having lunch and a nap I came to Ms. Zhao’s house. There was only Ms. Zhao and her daughter, a second-grade elementary school student, and Ms. Zhao was dressed casually at home because it was so hot, with a plain white T-shirt on top. The exciting thing was that Ms. Zhao was not wearing a bra, and I could clearly see the outline of her nipples.
I began a summer of tutoring, smelling the fragrance of Ms. Zhao’s shampoo, and occasionally looking for her again to inadvertently lean over and see her white flesh through her neckline. I have been masturbating regularly at home for some time. In my mind, all I could think about was Ms. Zhao’s plump breasts.
One afternoon when I was tutoring at Ms. Zhao’s house, Ms. Zhao’s daughter accidentally cut her hand. The wound was so serious that Ms. Zhao took her child to the hospital in a hurry. I left myself at her house after Ms. Zhao left for a while. I walked out of the tutoring room to go home, and then I thought of Mrs. Zhao’s breasts. Then I went into the bathroom of her house with the intention of finding her underwear and smelling her teacher’s breasts.
After looking in the bathroom for a long time, I couldn’t find her underwear, so I went into her bedroom. I opened her drawers and finally found her underwear in the third drawer. My teacher’s underwear was very neatly arranged, mainly white but with a few pieces of black and red as well. I reached out and took out a red bra and smelled it at the tip of my pen. It smelled only of laundry detergent, but I still got a shameless hard-on.
Finally I wrapped my hard cock in Ms. Zhao’s bra and then jerked it up and down quickly. Then I wiped the semen off the floor after catching my breath and wiping it off. Then I wiped the cum off the bra and hid the bra in the back of the drawer. Then I finally got a chance to steal one of Ms. Zhao’s bras, which I had been afraid of being discovered for a long time. But then it was all over for me.
Because of Ms. Zhao’s relationship with me, I became interested in English, and later I was accepted into a major high school in the county. After graduating from high school, I had the fashion to study abroad, but not in a particularly prestigious school, of course. In 2015, I came back to my hometown from the U.S., and a few days later I met Ms. Zhao in a supermarket, but she was already over fifty. But what I pictured in my mind was always those football-like breasts.
