Mrs. Clemens was still gorgeous.

I ran into her at the farmers’ market. I hadn’t intended to go. I’d just wandered over during my lunch break because it was near my office building. Instead of crappy fast food, I decided some artisan bread and fresh tomatoes would work instead. And there she was.

Mrs. Clemens had been my high-school English teacher. A hot woman with big tits and the world’s most perfect ass. I’d lusted after her during my 12th grade poetry class, well before the term MILF had been invented.

“Mrs. Clemens?” I fought to keep the bass in my voice. Seeing her, my vocal chords wanted to revert to a crackling teenage melody.

She recognized me right away, which got me right in the gut (and right in the cock). I received a big hug which made it... Read More