I spotted my English professor from last year, Professor Maria Mittwell. She was in her early to mid-thirties, average height, well-toned body, great taut ass, B-cups, long, wavy thick auburn hair and green eyes.
She was divorced with no kids. She was a rather sarcastic professor and made it clear she did not like teaching freshmen.
With a quick probing, I learned a bit about her. She had gone to school to get her masters in English, failed at becoming a writer, married some rich sucker, but he ended up being a con artist and went to jail, losing everything. After that, she got her PhD rather than teach high school. Mrs. Mittwell had a reputation as the hardest professor in the the English department, and she apparently loved it. If I had a dollar for every time she rolled her eyes in class over a student's question or answer, I'd be able to pay most of my tuition this year.
She was wearing one of her typical pant suits with the slacks just tight enough to show off her taut butt. She was at the salad bar and I wondered what to do. Have her anus itch when she was sarcastic, had her always forget to zip her fly, maybe even give her the hots... |