Let me start by telling you about my mother. Her name is Brenda and she taught the third grade at a nearby school. She was thirty-eight, then, but she looked younger. Outwardly, at least, she was very conservative, very proper, exactly as a teacher of eight and nine year old c***dren should be. But I always thought there was another side to her. She had shoulder length, honey blond hair which she normally wore up, in a bun, on the back of her head. Her face was very pretty, large, blue eyes, a small nose and a sensual mouth. She had a good figure but her conservative clothes, loose fitting t… Read more