Thursday Homeroom w/ Mellon

Watson walked into homeroom with his eyes straight and his shoulders back. As much as he'd like to be groped again, this was not the time or the place. A ravenous older woman like Mrs. Mellon seemed like too much to handle at the moment. As he enters, Mellon stares him down with hungry eyes. Today her hair is tied back tight into a ponytail, and a tight green blouse holds in her massive chest.

5 minutes pass and the bell rings, and as he's walks through the rows of desks he hears, "Watson... one moment please..." He stands alone in front of her as she sits behind her desk.

"I do apologize if I made you uncomfortable yesterday... I lost myself for a moment. It was quite unprofessional of me, and I sincerely apologize. A teacher of youth such as yourself, should not be drawn to give in to her… desires."

He didn't know quite what to say. "Thank you?"

"You're confused. I mean why wouldn't you be. What could be going through that young bright mind of yours. That young...fit...impressionable mind...a mind brimming with life and lust and love..."

Okay now this is taking a turn, he thought.

Mellon suddenly grabbed his balls with her hand firmly.

"Ah!" said Watson abruptly.

"Ohh, there it is... Mmmmmm a young stallion longing to breed. Oh, my how I've longed to feel..."

Watsons eyes widened like the red sea and looked down at the busty woman attached to his hardening cock.

"I wore this shirt for you my dear... So you'd look at me... so you'd fantasize... so you'd dream about them..."

"Mrs. Mellon..." as Watson got the words out, the bell rang and her hands were quickly pulled away.

"Soon my young stallion... soon."

If she's going to keep doing this, why does she keep apologizing..?