rfriverrat
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MICHAEL:
My name is Michael. I am an athletic, 42 year-old, divorced father who has sole custody of my 13 year-old son, Ryan. I also was blessed with a 12 inch cock!
My wife ran out on me, about two years ago, leaving me with a pile of unpaid bills, a huge mortgage, an unsatisfied sex drive and a very unhealthy attitude about women.
Last night I went to my son's middle-school for a parent/teacher conference. It seems my son is failing math and his math teacher wanted to meet with me about it. I showed up at the meeting, with not much enthusiasm, and basically just wanted to get it over with. Then, I walked in to the class room and quickly changed my mind. Ryan's math teacher was a knockout!
Her name is Karen and she is about 35 years old, has blonde hair, a well-toned body and a pair of big green eyes that look like emeralds. She was wearing a navy blue dress with dark blue panty hose, and a pair of black high heels, all of which appeared a bit over dressed and stuffy for a conference, but served to accentuate the fact that she had a nice pair of legs."Maybe this conference won't be so bad, afterall" I thought. I was wrong!
The conference immediately took a bad turn when she questioned Ryan's honesty about completing his homework assignments. She also eluded to the fact that I, as a single parent, should be more involved in Ryan's school life. "What nerve!" I thought "This woman, in spite of her looks is a real bitch!"
As she droned on with her lecture, I noticed the huge rock on her left hand. I couldn't believe the bitch was married. "I feel sorry for her husband", I thought. As the conference dragged on, I grew more and more angry and decided that this bitch of a teacher needed somebody to teach HER something. And I decided that I was just the guy to do it.
If I was going to go through with this, I decided I'd better make sure I wouldn't be interrupted. So I excused myself, momentarily, pretending I had to go to the bathroom. Then, after checking the hallways and seeing nobody around, I headed back to the classroom. As I re-entered the room, I closed the door behind me and discreetly threw the deadbolt on the classroom door.
Then, approaching her, I grabbed her and slammed her up against the wall, momentarily knocking the wind out of her. Leering at her, I grabbed her by her short blonde hair and said, "Okay teacher, now its time for somebody to teach YOU a lesson!"
My name is Michael. I am an athletic, 42 year-old, divorced father who has sole custody of my 13 year-old son, Ryan. I also was blessed with a 12 inch cock!
My wife ran out on me, about two years ago, leaving me with a pile of unpaid bills, a huge mortgage, an unsatisfied sex drive and a very unhealthy attitude about women.
Last night I went to my son's middle-school for a parent/teacher conference. It seems my son is failing math and his math teacher wanted to meet with me about it. I showed up at the meeting, with not much enthusiasm, and basically just wanted to get it over with. Then, I walked in to the class room and quickly changed my mind. Ryan's math teacher was a knockout!
Her name is Karen and she is about 35 years old, has blonde hair, a well-toned body and a pair of big green eyes that look like emeralds. She was wearing a navy blue dress with dark blue panty hose, and a pair of black high heels, all of which appeared a bit over dressed and stuffy for a conference, but served to accentuate the fact that she had a nice pair of legs."Maybe this conference won't be so bad, afterall" I thought. I was wrong!
The conference immediately took a bad turn when she questioned Ryan's honesty about completing his homework assignments. She also eluded to the fact that I, as a single parent, should be more involved in Ryan's school life. "What nerve!" I thought "This woman, in spite of her looks is a real bitch!"
As she droned on with her lecture, I noticed the huge rock on her left hand. I couldn't believe the bitch was married. "I feel sorry for her husband", I thought. As the conference dragged on, I grew more and more angry and decided that this bitch of a teacher needed somebody to teach HER something. And I decided that I was just the guy to do it.
If I was going to go through with this, I decided I'd better make sure I wouldn't be interrupted. So I excused myself, momentarily, pretending I had to go to the bathroom. Then, after checking the hallways and seeing nobody around, I headed back to the classroom. As I re-entered the room, I closed the door behind me and discreetly threw the deadbolt on the classroom door.
Then, approaching her, I grabbed her and slammed her up against the wall, momentarily knocking the wind out of her. Leering at her, I grabbed her by her short blonde hair and said, "Okay teacher, now its time for somebody to teach YOU a lesson!"
