Tricia envied her daughter when little Lacy left for school. She wanted to be the student in Mr. Turner’s class, sitting in the front row, staring at the bulge in his pants as he sat on the corner of the desk, legs slightly parted. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm the sudden twinge that made her p***y ache. She could only imagine the reactions of the girls if Landon taught high school. He was definitely safer teaching kindergarten, and Tricia was the lucky one. She needed to figure out how to volunteer more for his class, maybe offer to be a class mom or something. Oh, how she would love to be his volunteer.
Little Bradley was still asleep, Drew was off to work, and Lacy was at school, leaving Tricia some free time to take her fantasies into her own hands. Or her own fingers, as t
