Beth Tucker
I loved coming to the library.
The prim-and-proper Ms. Waters always sent this excited flutter through me. So conservative. So uptight. It would be so hot to bring her to the dark side of lesbianism. I would love to just bury my face into her p***y and eat her out.
But I was so shy. It was why I let my bangs grow out and drape over my glasses. I hugged my books to my chest. I wanted to find her and ask her advice on which one to read. They were both essays on lesbianism. I wanted to gauge her response, but...
What if it was too much? What is she learned I had a crush on her?
I was so wet right now. I wanted to f**k my p***y with my dildo and imagine it was Ms. Waters with a strap-on. Then I would lick it clean and pretend that it was her juices and not mine. I shuddered at
