The Volunteer: Part 1

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During my college days I attended a small liberal arts college in rural Virginia. During my junior year we were required to participate in two days of community service. I really was not looking forward to it, but fortunately it led to this story. I was assigned to a local elementary school, where I spent two days helping out in a first grade class. It was obvious the kids could use some extra help. The school wasn’t as privileged as the one I went to growing up in the suburbs of a big city. Surprisingly, I ended up enjoying it and seeing the kids continually make improvements. I ended up going back for two more months until the end of the school year. When I went back to school for my senior year I got in touch with the elementary school and moved on to second grade with some of the students from the year before. almanbahis şikayet They put me in touch with a teacher named Catie. She responded enthusiastically to my first email to her and asked me to come in whenever I had free time, which wasn’t too often with the seventeen credits I had. I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. She was about five foot two inches and roughly one hundred and ten pounds. Her body was great. She had small perky tits and shoulder length dirty blonde hair. Her fashion was perfect, very up to date and always attractive. She was so cute and immediately a little flirtatious with me, which at first I thought may have just been her personality but with time I would learn otherwise. She was a great teacher and the kids absolutely loved her. Although she wasn’t my teacher, she almanbahis canlı casino certainly brought back my teacher fantasies from my high school days. After class we would go back to her classroom and get it ready for the next day. That was when things got exciting. She would come close to me, telling stories about her family or college days when she met her husband, who was the school’s PE teacher. I listened while thinking to myself how even though she was in her early thirties she acted like she was just a college girl and a good looking one at that. Knowing that her husband was just down the hall in the gym kept me from letting my thoughts go too far down that college girl vision, but I could only control myself so much. About one month after starting the volunteer work it started to get almanbahis casino fun. One afternoon she was putting books away in the class library while talking to me across the class room where I was simply entering grades at her desk. She squatted down, in order to reach the lowest bookshelf, staying on her toes and slowly lowered her tight ass just inches off the ground. If she was planning on teasing me it worked because as her pants pulled tight I got a perfect view of her thong and smooth tan lower back. Then, continuing the conversation, she walked over to me asking if I knew anyone on the club combative team at my college. She was curious because her husband, Bret, was the assistant coach. Apparently, he had been telling her he wasn’t able to work out at the practices, rather he had barely the time to just coach. She told me with a tone of disappointment, “Last night as I was getting out of the shower he walked into our bedroom with his gym bag filled with sweaty clothes. I just wished he would stop going to the gym and start coming home early to spend some time with me.

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