She Talks To Mr. Weaver

Knowing that she needs recommendations from a select few of her teachers as well as tuition money, Brenda approaches Mr. Weaver. She is a good student, so it shouldn't be a problem, or so she thinks. As she approaches his desk, she loses her grip on her books and they tumble to the floor. She kneels down on the floor, letting her blouse open at the neck, exposing her ample, and bra-less breasts.

Ever the gentleman, Mr. Weaver drops to his knees and helps gather up her papers, while gazing down Brenda's blouse. His pants tent. He can't look away. For a fleeting moment, he wonders how she would feel underneath him, his cock churning her insides. After all, he's young, fit, and constantly horny. Yes, he has a wife and a toddler, but he's not happy. His wife, Vivian got pregnant while they were undergrads, having gotten drunk at a frat party as seniors, but the passion seems to have gone.

The papers gathered, he sits back at his desk. "What's up, Brenda?" he asks, inviting her to sit on the edge of his desk.

"Well, sir, I wanted to ask you if..." she starts out slightly opening her legs, giving him a view up her skirt. "if you could give me a recommendation letter for college."

Rob Weaver, trying to get a better view without being too obvious, rests his chin in his hand, while his eyes focus on Brenda's panties. "Well, I suppose I could put together something." he ponders, noticing that the white lacy cotton panties appear a little damp. "Why don't you stop by after school and we can talk."

"That would be great Mr. Weaver! But I can't stay too late. I have a babysitting gig at four."

"I'm sure we will be done by then." He smiles, patting her on the knee.