How can he tell? He keeps looking at Wendy's Legs and Ms. Chadra's tits

Taking trig from a boring male teacher had been bad enough. Now, Matt couldn't make up his mind whether to look at Wendy's legs or at Ms. Chadra's tits. Not that he'd have it any other way but how was a guy supposed to pay attention to anything in class when a girl's skirt kept creeping up so high he was sure he could see lacy panties. And yeah, Ms. Chadra was probably as old as his mother but she had incredible exotic looks with dark skin, beautiful brown eyes that threatened to set certain parts of his body on fire and, most particularly, a pair of tits that just stuck way out from her chest. Each of those beauties had to be the size of a fully inflated basketball.

Matt had never actually experienced a tit-job, but he'd seen plenty of videos. Having a set like Ms. Chadra's rubbing on his dick would be worth getting an F for.

"Excuse me, young man. Are you planning on attending class or are you just going to stare at the female students." Ms. Chadra had somehow snuck up on him when he'd been distracted by Wendy crossing and uncrossing her legs. Now his teacher was right in front of him, her tits just a couple of inches from his face.

Oh, hell. He was so busted. If Ms. Chadra looked down, she wouldn't be able to miss his dick tenting out from his jeans.

"I'm sorry Ms. Tits, I mean Ms. Chadra. I was just..."

"You will have a chance to explain what you were just doing after class, young man. In the meantime, why don't you sit here in the front row where you won't be so distracted?"

Matt grabbed his textbook and moved to the front row, his face burning red. He didn't dare look at Wendy to see if she was mad or flattered that he'd been caught.