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“I want to eat something sweet and juicy to fill me up. How about you Dorion? … Dorion,” Mrs. Waltz asked.I shook my head and snapped back to reality.”Yeah, I’m hungry too,” I replied. I had been staring at the breasts of a woman old enough to be my grandmother, Mrs. Waltz.”Your mother wants to know what you want from the Mexican restaurant,” she continued.”Just tell her I’ll have my usual,” I replied.I was at the local elementary school helping my mom and another teacher, Mrs. Waltz, pack up for the year.This wasn’t the first time I had helped them at the school. But this was the first time Mrs. Waltz and I had been left alone; my mom leaving to pick us up some lunch. I started scanning her up and down, examining her body. For a woman of sixty-eight years old, she still had her looks. Standing five foot eight with long gray hair, dark brown eyes, large breasts, and çankaya escort thick legs. I was staring at her large double D breasts and that nice ass. I stand about six foot five. Brown eyes brown hair. With a muscular frame at two hundred forty pounds.Mrs. Waltz had always dressed rather conservatively, being a school teacher and all. But I noticed an essence about her that day. She was wearing a t-shirt and leggings that made her ass look as firm as a woman half her age. I tried my best not to be caught staring. “Thank you so much, Dorion, for helping your mother and I,” she said.”No problem, Mrs. Waltz, I know the janitors are busy and you needed help packing the classroom. Did my mom say when she was gonna be back?” I asked.”Well she just placed the order and it’s about a ten-minute drive both ways so we’ve keçiören escort got some time to waste,” Mrs. Waltz replied.”I’m starving from all this work and just need to be filled up,” Mrs. Waltz said seductively.”Oh!” I raised my eyebrows. Is she flirting with me? No, she’s just making conversation, unless?”Yeah, Mrs. Waltz you’re right. I’m hungry as well,” I said.”Tell me, Dorion, what did you order?” she asked.”Oh, I ordered a steak burrito. All the toppings, it’s so good. What about you?” I replied.”Oh, I told your mom to get me my usual. It’s pineapple chicken over seasoned rice with a tortilla. The chicken is sweet and juicy. I love the taste of it in my mouth,” she sneered.Okay, she’s up to something. I wondered how this would play out. As we put some boxes on the cart to take them to her car, etimesgut escort Mrs. Waltz brushed against me with her large breasts grazing my arm and side. I started to get hard right there. I turned to look at her smiling shooting me a seductive wink. “I’m gonna bring the cart out. Is there anything you want on here this trip?” I asked.”Well, can you help me take these posters off the wall? We’ll be getting new ones next year,” she said with a purr in her voice.I watched as Mrs. Waltz climbed a step ladder to remove the posters.”Can you hold me steady, Dorion? I’d hate to fall,” she asked.”Sure thing,” I replied.I put the last box down and went to help Mrs. Waltz.”Can put your hand on my back for balance?” Mrs. Waltz asked.”Here?” I asked. I put my hand on the middle of her back.”A little lower, I don’t want to fall,” she said with a smile. I moved my hand down to the small of her back reassuring her. While she was removing the posters I couldn’t help but smell her perfume. A sweet fruity scent that I inhaled with every passing. I leaned in closer almost pressing my face into her ass. I leaned back to regroup. After she finished taking down the last poster, I offered my hand to assist her coming down.

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