Busty Teachers Novels & Stories

I wasn’t interested in fangirling over my childhood bully. “Miss Allen, may I ask what you’re talking about for the past 10 minutes with miss Haynes?” Our teacher Mrs Smith mentally sending daggers to Ginger. She was furious. Her face reddened with anger and the red dress she was wearing wasn’t even helping either. I looked at Ginger and saw her face lose all colour. Come on Ginger make up some excuse. “uh..” great, she’s dead. “hmm, I’m waiting.” Ginger shifted in her seat. She looked like she wanted to pee herself.