Give him a little show in class.

Sophia Jr. loves to admire Mr. Thatch from afar, knowing full well that she's only allowed to enjoy your dick. But that hasn't stopped her from dreaming of him, in wistful moments when he gets in character to do a reading from Romeo and Juliet. He is a firm believer that students learn Shakespeare best when it is performed, and he certainly stirs a few hearts with his portrayal. Sophia Jr. believes that any teacher who performs like _that _in front of students either has some suppressed urges, or is sending some sly messages.

When you give her the okay to lust after her teacher for real, Sophia Jr. quickly relocates her seat, promising her friends some favors to swap with her for a day. They agree, as a birthday favor, realizing that she's probably got the hots for teacher and get out of her way. Today, on this balmy spring day, Sophia Jr. is wearing a blue cotton tank top that hugs her body, a schoolgirl pleated skirt, and of course, the piece de resistance, no panties.

First, she sits at her chair, the attached writing desk giving her just enough cover from the sides that only Mr. Thatch will be able to see her legs. When she opens her legs and tugs her skirt back a bit, a casual glance might catch that she's going commando, which is exactly what Mr. Thatch gets as he sits down at his desk. He blinks a bit, shifting his eyes from Sophia Jr's legs to her face and back again. Your daughter looks him right in the eye, playing doe-eyed innocence, and he soon clears his throat and begins speaking.

Today, Mr. Thatch is leading a discussion on Romeo's infatuation with Juliet, specifically the question of whether he really loves her, or is just acting on teenage urges. Sophia Jr. answers all of his questions enthusiastically.

"Well, I think Romeo's just doing what's natural. We know Juliet is really hot. I mean, she's a teenage girl, he's a teenage boy. Or honestly, any guy, right?" She lets her hand fall into her lap, and starts stroking her nethers through the fabric of her skirt. Mr. Thatch notices, but doesn't quite put two and two together yet.

"Any guy? Well, maybe that's a bit too broad, isn't it, Sophia? Maybe some of the guys in here, sure. Don't raise your hands, fellas." A small laugh.

"If I can be really honest, Mr. Thatch? I think it really is all guys. I think all guys just have these urges, and they're just being polite about it. That's all the romance stuff is, just playing dumb about what we really feel." She hangs on the last two words, and her fingers pull back the edge of her skirt to start really rubbing herself. She looks Mr. Thatch dead in the eyes, and he's silent for a second. "Uncontrollable urges."