274ETQT-301 A Miraculous Encounter Delivered...Mr. Yamashita And I In Teaching Practice

Will you listen to my sweet and sad story? This is a story about an awkward but happy reunion with a teacher who came to the high school I attended as a teaching intern. Even though she was an older woman, she had a cute face that looked like a small animal and had a neat aura, so she was the teacher I had a crush on when I was in high school. I gave her chocolates on White Day and she didn't reply, so I thought I'd never see her again...but when I went to a delivery health service for the first time with the money I'd saved from my part-time job, my teacher turned up as a delivery girl. Yes! When I saw her, I couldn't believe it right away, but when I heard her voice, I became convinced, and when I confessed it to her, the teacher said, ``That's a common type of face.'' Does she really not notice me? I wanted her to remember me, so when I told her that I had taught her modern literature three years ago and that I had given her chocolates, she finally seemed to remember and reluctantly admitted that I was Mr. Yamashita. When she asked the teacher, who was clearly upset, why she was doing this, she was told that she never became a teacher after all, and that she was now saving money anyway. When she confessed that her job search was at a standstill, she was gently chided by a teacher who said, ``Isn't this the right time for something like this?'' When she excuses herself to change the mood because she's stressed out, Mr. Yamashita says, ``Then can you call me a different girl?'' She asked the teacher to stay where she was, saying, ``I just need to talk, so stay here.'' Honestly, I didn't want to lose this opportunity! I wanted to have sex even in this form! I wonder if she saw through my feelings, as I was insisting that all I had to do was talk, but she noticed a change in my crotch and said, ``You really want to do it, right?'' She asked me cutely, ``I'll do it. Can I touch you?'' and I was sure she'd decline. He was listening to me ``listen'' through the bath towel. She felt like she was going to ascend to heaven with just this! After all, I was so happy to hear that Yamashita-sensei, the man she admired so much, was touching my erect dick...I couldn't help but let out a pitiful moan. The teacher looked at me as I was nervous and said, ``Let's take the towel,'' and the teacher took off the bath towel and saw my dick facing the ceiling. Embarrassing! But I'm happy! I was confused by the complex emotions. The teacher didn't care and gently grabbed my dick and started squeezing it. In high school, I was admiring her long, slender, beautiful fingers holding chalk in the classroom, and now she's touching my dick, which has veins bulging out and looks like it's about to burst! Ahhh! How erotic! "Does it feel good?" he asks kindly. She leads like an older woman. He licked my nipples and at the same time touched my dick as if playing with it, and finally gave me a blowjob. That teacher I admire is holding my dick in her mouth! I wonder if such happiness exists! ? The joy of being alive penetrated my whole body! The emotional experience continues. Adrenaline was boiling inside me from the passionate kiss with my teacher. I buried my face in my teacher's plump ass, caressed her peach butt, sucked on her beautiful small breasts, and caressed her entire body in a frenzy. Teacher's pussy was sweet and delicious. The teacher's irresistibly beautiful naked body, smooth and lustrous, was imprinted in my mind. I will never forget the dazzling sex I had with my teacher who guided me gently from beginning to end.