They All Want to Seduce Me

Chapter 19 Peeping on Teacher Changing Clothes

Diane's house has three rooms, with the living room in the middle, the bedroom on the left, and the kitchen and utility room on the right.

Diane brought Henry to the living room, asked him to sit on the sofa, poured him a glass of water, and told him to rest for a while. She then went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

In the bedroom, there was a queen-sized mattress bed, with Diane and her husband's wedding photo on the headboard, next to a large wardrobe and a vanity table. Diane changed into a pair of slippers, neatly placed her high heels at the door, then took out a set of pajamas from the wardrobe. As she was about to take off her clothes out of habit, she suddenly remembered Henry outside and hesitated.

Usually, as soon as she got home, Diane would change out of her daytime clothes, especially today when someone touched her thigh in the supermarket. She felt uncomfortable as if there was something dirty on her clothes. She wanted to take off her stockings, wash them, and let them dry so she could wear them again tomorrow.

But with Henry in the living room, it didn't seem appropriate to change clothes here. What if he came in and saw her?

However, Diane quickly realized she might be overthinking it. Henry was just a student, and she had invited him over herself. It seemed contradictory to be so guarded against him.

After some thought, Diane decided to change her clothes. It would only take a few minutes, and by the time she was done, Henry would have rested enough, and she could see him off.

With that in mind, Diane walked to the door, left it slightly ajar, and stood in front of the dressing mirror. She took off her sweatshirt, revealing her snow-white and full upper body. Her two trembling large breasts were tightly wrapped in a lace bra. Diane took off the bra, freeing her proud and perky breasts. She proudly twisted and turned in front of the mirror, causing her two melon-shaped breasts to jiggle, with their bright red n*****s standing out.

Unfortunately, no one had the chance to admire this enticing sight. Only Diane's husband had seen her full, alluring breasts. Although Henry had peeked at Diane's breasts when he hid on Carrie's bed at noon, he could only see a part through a gap, as Diane had her back to him.

Diane suddenly remembered how anxious Carrie seemed when she checked her breasts at noon. She wondered if Carrie had thoroughly checked for her.

Lost in thought, Diane leaned in front of the mirror and began a careful examination. Breasts were a woman's most important organ, not only for breastfeeding but also a crucial part of a woman's secondary s****l characteristics. For a woman, fair and delicate skin, full and firm breasts, and round and perky buttocks were all displays of her external charm.

Diane never imagined that the breasts that had caused her so much confusion during puberty had now become her proudest and most confident feature. She didn't want to neglect their care like many women did, ending up having to undergo a mastectomy at a young age, losing the most attractive part of their femininity.

She thought of Henry, the boy with a huge p***s. Perhaps he was still struggling with the differences between himself and other boys, even feeling unbearable pain. But as he grew older, he would realize how much attention such a large p***s would attract from the opposite s*x.

Although Diane's husband's p***s was not small, it was just average compared to Henry's. Moreover, Henry was just a student, and as his body developed, it was hard to imagine how much his p***s would grow. Diane didn't know how it would feel to be penetrated by such a large p***s, perhaps she would faint directly.

Fainting in happiness.

Diane suddenly remembered that Henry was still waiting in the living room. She quickly went to the bed, bent down to take off her black pantyhose. Realizing that her thong was also a bit wet inside, she decided to take it off as well to wash it along with the stockings.

Henry sat on the sofa in the living room, drank a glass of water, waited for a while, but Diane didn't come out. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was almost nine o'clock, and he started to feel anxious. If he went back too late, his mother would definitely scold him for a long time.

After waiting for a few more minutes, Henry couldn't sit still. He got up and walked to the door of Diane's bedroom. Just as he was about to knock, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Thinking that Diane must have finished changing, he pushed the door open and was stunned by what he saw.

Diane stood facing away from him by the queen-sized bed, exposing her snow-white and plump upper body. She was bending over to take off her stockings, which were already down to her calves. Her two round and snow-white buttocks were swaying slightly in front of him, full of flesh. What made Henry burn with desire was that Diane's mysterious honey pot was also exposed at the base of her thighs. Her pink and tender labia were plump, slightly protruding, with dark curly pubic hair sticking together, slightly moist. Her v****a was slightly open, oozing a drop of clear liquid, forming a long, thin strand that swayed in the air.

Henry felt his p***s suddenly bounce up, instantly becoming as hard as iron, reminding its owner that he was ready for intercourse.

Hearing the movement behind her, Diane turned her head to see Henry. A coquettish expression appeared on her face as she twisted her snow-white and plump buttocks, lifted her melon-like breasts with both hands, and coquettishly said to Henry, "Henry, you've always wanted to touch your teacher's big breasts, haven't you? Why don't you come over? I've been waiting eagerly."