Every student has a teacher that we usually fantasize about and mine was certainly Ms. Maxwell. She was a goddess and I masturbate every time thinking about her. She stands 5 ft. 2 inches and has an hourglass figure with big breasts and red hair. What's truly amazing about her is her eyes which are blue in color.
Let me describe myself, my name is Jack Myers and I am 18 years of age. I am not exactly what you call ripped but I play rugby at our Kings collage in London. I am 6 ft. 4 inches tall with blonde hair and grey eyes. Ms. Maxwell teaches math's and almost every boy in my class drools over her perfect butt sticking out of her black skirt.
"Oh wow!" Say's Tyler my best friend as Mrs. Maxwell gets out her car. She is wearing a black blouse and a grey skirt with a hint of cleavage exposing her pale white breasts.
Did you know? Says Tyler, about her husband. I shook my head and said no. I wondered whether she had a husband or not because as long as I've known her, I did not see her with any other guy or even a wedding ring on her finger.
"Well apparently, her husband used to be an alcoholic and would sometimes would beat her up," said Tyler. You see Tyler's mom was a board member and a well-known gossip queen.
"One day, her husband came home and almost beat her to death but luckily the neighbors heard the commotion and rescued her. The husband was charged with assault and thrown in prison," said Tyler.
One evening after my rugby training, I closed my locker and picked up my training gear and was coming out when I saw Mrs. Maxwell's classroom was still open. I glanced and saw her looking at something on her phone. I could see tears on her eyes and wondered what was bothering her.
"Ma'am, is everything alright," I asked.
"Oh jack it's you," she said. She looked surprised that I caught her crying.
