Probably there is not a single young man who, while studying at school, would not fall in love with any of the teachers. Against the background of the angular undeveloped figures of classmates, also notorious, inexperienced and overflowing self-conceit about themselves, for 45 minutes watch a beautiful woman at the blackboard, keeping herself in shape, telling smart things, leaving you after school, to chide and tell what you were wrong ... and just watch her chest move when she says something, how the dress's hem rises, when she turns her back to you and writes something clever with chalk on the blackboard, how her knees are laid bare when she sits down behind teacher's desk.

Stormy youthful fantasies will then finish the pictures in their minds ... especially when you know that women who are over 30 are sexually sexy, and with her husband she is in constant quarrels ... that's what the boys dream about ... alone, and closing the door with a key, he would have shown and arranged it ... sometimes, even friends would get something on the topic of why she called and left after class ... only all this is fantasy ...

I had ... within the walls of the school with my beloved teacher ... though when I finished my university and I was left a teacher in it. On Teacher's Day I came to congratulate my former teachers. It is interesting in 22 years to feel like a teacher of the university, as if one step above their former teachers. They set the course at the table, poured it, drank it, took it into their close familiar circle, where everyone knew how flaky everyone had been for many years.

They say that one should never return to first love as well as to the place of birth, otherwise disappointments are inevitable. Aged, aged of course. It is wild to see that neither they nor their husbands are able to drink, how dear and respected people are laughing wildly from bearded, flat jokes and dirty jokes when women dance, like in films about the last distant war, with each other, and after drinking them nice and cozy ... I wanted to leave, not let out. What can you do a shortage of men.

Although after a closer look, you begin to understand that women and within those walls are women ... well, don’t lose the evening ... Ivanovich, what is this 2 cuties in the corner at the table? junior classes? what physical training with them with 2 at once? Well ... why do you think that except for naked running around school at 3 nights can not do anything? I understand that they drank too much ... Ivanovich and where did they catch up with you, or rather their clothes? and what was the ransom? the perverts are both of you ... I understand that you need to be able to drink. You, that decided to invent an effective remedy against female alcoholism? in their place it was necessary to take scissors for trimming trees, but those where the blade length is 50 cm for all your drunken pranks. Though they didn't scratch you, for all your idiotic jokes? Well, then they were taught in the pedagogical school? I understand that if you would teach there, then the country instead of teachers would receive the same number of women on maternity leave.

And the rest as Ivanovich? and the one with glasses? Ivanovich so that you did not get up the second time? um ... are you serious? And she tells her husband about the blowjob is the same? does it mean for her as a philologist to sleep with someone else's husband normally, and in her mouth to take the last whore? even your own husband? then of course you are right for one hundred percent, a hard case.

And this pretty girl? in what sense do girls love? Well, they didn’t catch the hand ... about that sweet couple, it’s understandable: he, that her fiance? Does she have a girl at school? Ivanovich clarify: well, not with everyone ... right: with almost everyone, then marriage will be an experienced and faithful wife, who, in his youth, tried all the delights of a sinful life, and the husband will only be pleased ... look at how he looks at her: doves and only.

And brown-eyed? already memorized? I understand that the boys love, not the girls ... is he 16? and she is 31? and parents normally pay for some rehearsal every other day? think you guess what she teaches him? Yes, I see how she looks: she guesses that you are loading me about her now? and what for hlyupik with her next? such a gorgeous woman has such a spouse? and who works her dwarf? then it is clear. And tell me honestly Ivanovich: she didn’t give you, did she? that you will tell your wife that she is not your type. Take her husband over? for 2 hours. Official and does not drink? if you tell me about your dream in which he was appointed governor, he would drink to the bottom, and for that member to stand and the money was, and think up the third toast himself to forget about the ulcer ... and look not shy, because you think it turns you on me about her? I attentively look into her eyes, noticing how the cilia of tinted and expressive eyes began to twitch nervously, like a palm, for some reason, straightened and so immaculately laid a pile of hair. And the breath got off - a beautiful chest of about the 2nd size gives it out with its head, and eyes, eyes, so sad and hungry at the same time, and such an appraising look ... I will also consider you baby: eyes to eyes, and now look at the chest and in the eyes again. And now I will tell you what I will do with you, if only you go with me: yes it is exactly that and so ... the pancake is reddening ... do the waves really coincide and she wants the same thing as me? right here, where she has never been to anyone ... now, looking in my eyes, I come up and invite you to the dance ... I introduce myself, replies: Lyudmila, it means that you and I are already with you ... I answer that I remember, of course, is it possible forget ... and how I dreamed of inviting her to dance in 10th grade and feel in your hands the beauty of such a luxurious body and the enchanting smell of French perfumes that so fascinate and drive you crazy when such a lovely woman is with you ... and then it's hot in your ear that she is charming and lovely, each time touching the ear with her lips. And below macho already with might and main sticks out from trousers and rests down her belly. Well, you can not help but feel this baby.

Then I will help-lower my waist a little lower and my waist even tighter to me ... and my ear that I couldn’t take my eyes off you at the table, you have so blossomed over these 5 years ... you are just crazy. .. you have 16 office? I'll be the first to wait for you at his place.

Lyuda, don't tell me no ... you feel that I can't wait any longer ... if you don't come, I will come back and rape you right here ... and in the most perverted form ... you won't allow this to happen? you're clever, I'll be waiting for you lovely. And taking her to the table quickly went out the door.

She came, though in as long as 15 minutes, flushed, resolute, passionate. Without asking anything, I grabbed her hand, and almost ran to her office, which was one floor above.

And when she finally got into the castle with a slightly shaking hand, opened it and we fell into a dark and slightly cool room, I did everything I dreamed of in this office five years ago, seeing her at the blackboard.

(to be continued)

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