She doesn't even know... what she's doing to her male students. That habit of hers of removing her shoes when she props herself up in that tight pencil skirt atop her desk to speak more directly and closer to her class full of students is agony, rendering all those before her all the more restless and unable to concentrate or learn. She's baffled by their incorrect responses to her questions but still very gentle, sweet, and accommodating. All the while, she's twisting and rotating her pantyhose covered feet at the ankles, pointing and wiggling her toes, and crossing and uncrossing those s...

She doesn't even know... what she's doing to her male students. That habit of hers of removing her shoes when she props herself up in that tight pencil skirt atop her desk to speak more directly and closer to her class full of students is agony, rendering all those before her all the more restless and unable to concentrate or learn. She's baffled by their incorrect responses to her questions but still very gentle, sweet, and accommodating. All the while, she's twisting and rotating her pantyhose covered feet at the ankles, pointing and wiggling her toes, and crossing and uncrossing those sexy, shapely legs for all to see. Practically for her students, more than their immature minds can take.

xoxo
Tara