Finds Paul has other interests than boobs

"I.. I just don't know what to say, ma'am," Paul stammered, looking at her questioning face as she looked over her shoulder.

"Well, I don't think you were entirely honest with me before, Paul," the sexy gym teacher said, as if she were talking about cheating on a test, and not the reason for his resurgent erection.

"Ma'am?" he asked, unsure of her line of questioning.

"I think if you got a hardon that easily when I turned away, that you are more of an ass man than a breast man." She stared wantonly at Paul's throbbing erection, then turned away from him and started to roll the waistband of her leggings over on itself.

"Well," Paul admitted, "girls don't mind you lookin' at their asses 'cause they don't see you."

"So true, Paul," the teacher replied. She had continued to roll the spandex down until it was just below the inverted valentine of her smooth ass. "I don't mind if you look at mine, Paul."

She noticed a silence for a couple minutes and smiled to herself. He must have been studying it intensely.

"What do you think of when you look at a girl's ass, Paul?" she asked, bending forward to jut her tight buns out further towards him.

"Well, you know.." he answered, blushing.

"I can't let you do that of course, Paul," she said. Then she turned back to look at him. "Got any other thoughts, young man?"