Woke up with my husband's morning wood pressed against my ass and all I could think about was the way my old high school teacher used to watch me during class. His eyes would linger on my uniform skirt when I crossed my legs, and I’d get so wet just imagining him bending me over his desk after school. Sometimes I wonder if he still thinks about me—if he remembers the way I’d blush when he called on me, my pussy already slick with anticipation. Now I’m scrolling through old yearbooks while my husband showers, my fingers tracing faces and wondering whose cocks got hard thinking about me back then. Maybe I should look a few of them up... just for old times’ sake. 📚💦