Ms. Red

In the shower that night, Tim had his hard dick enveloped in his hands. Thoughts of gripping that thick ass of hers as he flopped it up and down over his cock. Slamming his cock into her bouncing ass. Or how he’d like his face burried in her cleavage as she jacked him off again. Maybe wrapping those soft lips around his huge...... then he cummed. Went to sleep.

And, of course, totally forgot about his assignment. So the next day, coming into his second period Math class, he found that Ms. Red wasn’t even there. Just a goddamn substitute! “OH NO!” There he sat, dissapointed to no end. Maybe, he thought, Maybe he really only dreamed yesterday up. He begun to sink into a state of embarassment throughout the entire day. Feeling a sense of emptyness. For once, he hoped, For once it’d be nice for a dream to reach a state of reality.

At the end of the day, he decided to return to her classroom. Though, the only one there was that substitute, so he left rudely. “Tomorrow’s another day,” he told himself, “tomorrow she might be there. Maybe she’s sick today.”