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Saturday, November 1, 2014, 9:59:24 AM- Miss Thompson – School Librarian

Miss Thompson – School Librarian

In my junior high school in Canada the school librarian was an older lady – slim, average height, short grey hair, hazel eyes, and fine lips. Perhaps she had some French blood which gave her face a subtle Gallic look.
Although in her early fifties, her face, grace, pose, manner never belied her age. Always feminine she maintained a certain aloofness and distance. Her mild voice had that edge that garnered respect. Her attire was more on the conservative British style – classic and well-made.
While never overtly sexual in attire, she was given to wearing a somewhat tight sweater that outlined her smallish but sweet full breasts. One could easily imagine a pair of well-rounded breasts with fine nipples. Rounding out her usual attire was a classic narrow style skirt, cut just slightly above the knee which accented her slim hips, fine ass and lovely slim legs. Wearing her atypical pumps she walked with royal like grace, the pumps highlighting her splendid legs and taut ass.
However what made my pulse race and my cock engorged was her habit of sitting on the low book-shelf with her feet on a chair, with a book in her lap. Her occasional perusal of students made her skirt rise up, so when she was absorbed once again with the book, her impeccable legs would part, giving a glimpse of her stockings, white lace panties, and fine creamy smooth thighs. Those were moments of heated fixation on my part. My hands wanted to caress her exquisite legs while my lips and tongue ravish the bare skin between the stockings tops and panty.
Maybe she was the start of my fetish for MILF. Though she never gave a hint of sexual interest, I wanted to fuck her.

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