You can't lie, you have to help her get better.

Ms. Love looks incredible on her knees, but you can't lie to the principal. At least, that's the story you're going with.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Love, but you're either a good enough teacher or you're not."

The desperation returns to Ms. Love's eyes. "Please! I'll do anything to be a better teacher. Please help me learn how!"

You smile down at her, loving how she looks in her pleated miniskirt. "Well, I don't know. Will you really make an effort to improve?"

"I swear I will!" she pleads. "I'll wear much shorter skirts. And..." The young teacher undoes several more buttons of her blouse, showing incredible cleavage. "See? I'm getting better already! Now all the guys in class won't need to wonder what my breasts look like!"

You shake your head knowingly. "Maybe not, but now they'll wonder what they feel like!"

Ms. Love reaches up and takes your hands. "What if I did this?" She pulls your hands inside her blouse. You get two wonderful handfuls of the softest breasts you've ever felt. You grudgingly remember that you haven't felt very many, but you're sure you'll get your hands on plenty today.

"You know," you say as you continue fondling, "break's almost over and there's a lot I have to show you."

Ms. Love reaches forward and palms your ass. "I have next period free!"

"Well, I don't. Could you write me a note to get out of Volleyball class?"

The hottest teacher in school hops up, dislodging your hands from her perfect breasts. "I'll do it right now!" She turns around, bends over her desk, and starts writing on a small yellow notepad.

The sight of her ass pointing towards you reminds you of a few other lessons in how to be a better teacher that she needs.