"D-Darko, I... I'm your teacher and you're my student... this is... this is wrong. W-We can't... we can't..."
Mrs. Everglade pants and bites her lip as my hand slips beneath her skirt.
My fingertips trail up her thigh over her pantyhose until they reach her panties.
Good grief, they're already completely soaked.
She always acts like this at first.
It's probably nothing more than a conditioned reflex.
Some kind of script she feels compelled to follow because of her role as a teacher.
Her body, on the other hand, is clearly saying the exact opposite.
I mean, Mrs. Christine Everglade is a gorgeous woman still very much in the prime of her life.
Knowing her, it's hard to believe I'm the first student she's ever done this kind of thing with.
I'll admit, I'm genuinely curious to find out.
But if I want to pry such sensitive information out of her, I'll have to get her in the right mood to talk first.
I grab her by the bun and push her head down between my legs.
