Volleyball, I don't think so!

Thinking that volleyball was going nowhere. You thought it would be fun to play with Ms. Love and, who knows, maybe get lucky. It was your luck that Ms. Love had a free period.

I would like for Ms. Love not to be able to see me. You think as you walk into her classroom and take a seat up front. Now wishing that she would play with herself while you just sat and watched. Ms. Love got out of her chair and locked the door. She then went and unlocked a cubby hole and took out a Penthouse and returned to her desk. You think: Sit on your desk, and sure enough she hopped on top of the desk.

Ms. Love was reading from Penthouse letters. Reading aloud. She began reading so you could hear her. The letter was about a wife that loved to show off her body to young men and boys. Her husband could not stop her from doing these things so he would go along with her, what ever she wanted to do. Play with your pussy and tell how you feel about the story you are reading. Ms. Love placed her hand between her legs and fingered herself. She was talking about saying that she wanted her husband to read this letter and that she wanted to do the same thing.

Ms. Love wants to take me home with her after school, you think to yourself. After watching her get herself off and having her want to take you home, you get up to leave. You leave just as the bell rings for the next class, knowing that the day has a lot more interesting adventures to come.