You sit there, a little uncomfortable, with your head pressed to the top of her chest, the base of her neck. Her arms ar wrapped around your shoulders and you begin to draw yours up towards her body.
You softly and tentatively touch your fingetips to her sides, feeling the soft fabric of her white blouse. She continues to hold you to her and pats you lightly on the back with one hand. You press your hands to her sides and feel the loose fabric beneath your hand push against her warm skin underneath.
The fragrance of her neck and the gentle heat of it against your forehead is feeling so intimate, making you harder.
You hold her sides for a moment before slowly stroking your fingers up and down slightly.
Mrs.Moffat stiffens suddenly as you bgein stroking up and down her sides. With your head buried against her body, you let out another sob and shiver like you're crying some more. You feel her body relax around you again and her hand starts to rub warm cirlces over your back. As you sob and shudder you begin to really get into the act and tears actually start to fall. Damn, you're too good! You feel the tears roll down your cheek and wet the collar of Mrs. Moffat's blouse. You shift your head slightly and find yourself now, with your forehead to her neack, able to watch as a tear runs glistening down into her blouse. You can just see the white swell of her breasts as they are rgipped by a plain and restricting looking cream bra. Your tear drop runs down between her captured breasts, leaving a shining,wet trail over her pale, creamy skin.
Mrs. Moffat shudders imperceptibly around you as she feels the wetness run down between her breasts. Her arms grip around your shoulders more tightly and she coo's "there there" to you quietly. With one hand at the back of your neck, her other rubs broader and more insistent circle over your back.
This is o warm and intimate..especially for such a cold teacher as Mr.s Moffat.
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