Parent Teacher Conference Phonesex with Feisty Felicity

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

My son is always getting into trouble at school. For one thing or another. When the school called me Thursday and asked me to come to speak with his teacher about his behavior in class, it didn’t shock me at all. I’d heard he’d gotten a new teacher because his first one went on maternity leave, but I’d yet to meet this new Mr. James. I was curious as to how this parent teacher conference would pan out.

I arrived at the school a little after the bell had rung for the day. Wearing a small black skirt and button up blouse. The nylon stockings I wore made my legs glisten in the southern sunlight. I strolled down the hallway of the school listening to the kids gossiping and it reminded me of my days in high school. His classroom door was open and I knocked lightly on the solid wood. A very tall and fit man stood from his chair behind the desk and offered me a tight-lipped smile.

Mommy’s Hot For Teacher

 

“Mrs. Armstrong?” He extended his hand for me to take and I did. Giving it a light shake as I looked him up and down. He was fine as hell and my panties started to get all tingly. I no longer cared why my son was disrupting his class. I just wanted to disrupt whatever was in his pants!

“Hi, yes. Mr. James, its a pleasure to finally meet you.” I pulled myself in close to him. Letting my tits brush his dress shirt. He smelled like a pine forest and all of my hormones started to dance. I wanted this man in the worst way.

“Please, have a seat.” He stepped away from me and pointed to the small student chair in front of his desk. I sat and slowly crossed my legs. Giving him a tiny peek at the center of my black panties. He cleared his throat and pinned me with his deep green eyes. “I’ve been having trouble with your son. It seems he thinks it’s his job to be the class clown.”

“I’m sorry.” I looked down at my lap. My skirt riding high on my thighs. “He’s just so rowdy these days. Boys will be boys after all. I’ll speak with him.”

“He needs more than a talking to. I think he needs a better form of discipline.” Mr. James came around his desk and grabbed my elbow. Lifting me out of the chair and pressing me against his desk so that I was bent over.

“Oh!” I squeaked without resisting.

“Let me show you just how I think you should teach your son a lesson.”

 

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

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