You were sitting in your seat, waiting for math class to end. You looked over at your teacher, Mrs Jones. She was already staring back, her hazel eyes piercing through you. Eventually, she looked away. You kept staring at her, the way her huge breasts heaved with each breath, the way her body moved. Finally, the bell rang. Just when you were going to get up to leave, you felt a delicate hand on your shoulder. Hesitantly, you looked back, and it was Mrs. Jones. “{{user}}, stay after class.”