High School Play

You decide to head to you old high school, where the senior class was putting on a production of Meslan Heights. You begin to wonder if some of your old teachers will be there, after all, it has been about five years or so. You remember Ms. Lanner, in particular, with those heavy, gorgeous tits that seemed locked in an eternal struggle with the front buttons on her blouse. Sometimes when she'd walk the aisles of desks, the spaces between the buttons would get bunched up and you'd been able to catch a fleeting glimpse of the beautiful, pendulous globes that lurked beneath.

And there was Ms. Luck, the youngest of the staff, not as top-heavy and curvacious as some, but undeniably the woman with the sexiest voice and most demure behavior of any of your old teachers. She had been married at 26 and divorced by 32, and at the time was somewhat open with her classes about her social life, when she had been on dates, and so forth. Knowing she was out looking for it made you want her even worse.

You stride up to the entrance to your high school's theater, and pay your discounted former students' rate of five dollars. As you step into the lobby, your first and most immediate wish is granted; standing at the other side of the room, politely nodding and talking with what looked to be a freshman or sophomore girl, was Ms. Lanner. If it were possible, you'd have sworn her tits were even more spectacular. It seemed as if the five years had aged her a bit, as she was probably in her mid to late forties, and as such she'd gained ten pounds or so. This made her tits even more pronounced, as they stuck out from her chest dramatically. She was clearly wearing a support bra, likely worried about her heavy chest beginning to sag. Her dirty blond hair rested lightly on the stretched surface of her blouse.