During my first year as a kindergarten teacher, I met a parent who left me shook.

Liza is a single mother, whose enticing hourglass figure is complemented by a waterfall of jet black hair that cascades down her back and swishes from side to side when she walks. She has a habit of winking when she smiles, which always made me feel as if there was a special secret we shared. There is no way to put this delicately — Liza is a MILF.

Despite her flirtatious behavior, I never stepped over the line — until our recent parent-teacher conference.

There were no kids around, and Liza was my last appointment of the evening. At first, it was business as usual, but then as we were wrapping up, she stroked her fingers against my wrist, just below the cuff of my shirt.

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