It’s been a while since I updated her about our friends Sam and Liz. Weirdly we’ve sort of grown apart over the winter. Sam started a new job and they’re always busy. So the other night when they invited us over we jumped at the chance. It was back to old times quickly with wine flowing and fun conversation. We started talking about our school and college days and Sam made a comment about Liz wanting to bang her professor at community college. She told the tale that he was only ten years older than her and just had a charisma about him. It got me thinking about my own history and wanted to share a low key memory. One of my teachers in high school was basically my perfect woman. Soft features. Big boobs and a round butt. She would always wear white blouses and would occasionally have a hint of cleavage. But what really got me going was the pants she’d wear. Tight ones with varied colors. They’d cling to her round cheeks and you could always see her panty lines and they were never farther than half way down her cheek. So she always had this proof of wedgie. I’d have died to see her butt without the pants and those panties wedged up her crack.
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Today, 02:30 PM
