1. MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present


    Date: 1/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Domination/submission, Female / Girl, Interracial, Lesbian, Teen, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

    could break through her hard exterior. Alas, by December I was no further ahead than I had been in September until one day when she asked me for help. Well, demanded it really. She put a document on my desk and said, "I need help with my scholarship resume." Seeing a chance to maybe finally get her on my side, I ignored the entitlement attitude and asked, "When is it due?" "Tomorrow," she snapped, as if I should have known. "Oh that is not much time," I pointed out. "I can come to your house tonight for help. I also need a letter of reference," she demanded. "But the Christmas formal dance is tonight," I explained. "So?" she replied. "I have to supervise it," I pointed out. "I will be over at seven. It shouldn't take long," she decided for me. I paused, before succumbing to her strong-willed personality, "Ok, but I need to be at the dance by eight." "Whatever," she said, leaving class. She stopped at the door, before adding, "Have my reference letter ready." I responded, "I will need your resume." "I'll bring it with me." She shrugged and left before I could respond. I sighed. She really was a self-centered, stuck-up bitch. I hoped helping her would help her open up to me, but I doubted it. I packed up and headed home. I had supper with the girls and they both left early to meet up with their friends and get ready for the second biggest dance of the year, the Christmas formal. Of course, prom was the biggest event for most high school students. As Melanie, my oldest, was ...
    leaving I said, "I may be a little late. Latoya is coming over to get some last minute scholarship help." Melanie gave me an odd look and warned, "Don't trust her." I shrugged, "I don't. But her bark is way worse than her bite." Melanie shrugged back, judging as she often did. "She is a butch dyke." "Melanie!" I responded, astonished. "Just saying," she said and kissed me on the cheek. Then she was gone. I got ready myself for the formal dance. I wore a glamorous red dress with tan pantyhose and red heels. It was rare I got to dress up since my husband had passed, so when the opportunity arose I liked to really go all out. Unfortunately, I got a pretty big run in my pantyhose and realized I had no more. Rummaging my drawer, I found an opened package of coffee thigh-high stockings. I found these uncomfortable and a bit too slutty even for my husband when he was still alive, but I definitely wasn't going to a formal event without something on my legs, so I reluctantly put on the dark brown thigh highs. The good news was the dress was long enough to hide the tops of the stockings and the darker color really accentuated my legs. I had just finished with my matching red lipstick to my dress when the doorbell rang. I grabbed my three inch heels, which I also never got to wear, and went downstairs to get the door. I opened it and Latoya just sauntered into my house like she owned it. She too was dressed up, although more for a biker bar, with a black leather skirt, black boots, black ...
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