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The day passed by quickly until it was time for her sixth period gym class, and while Afton wasn't really big on sports, Miss Richards, the gym teacher, kept the class interesting by having a variety of activities for the students to sample. After class in the locker room, Miss Richards was passing by her stall and she stopped to ask Afton if her ankle was okay, since she had rolled it over while playing volleyball. Afton replied, "Oh, it's not too bad , it just hurt for a few minutes, nothing to worry about !" "Well," Miss Richards rejoined , "I want you to come to my office for a minute so I can give it one more look." Afton , in just her bra and panties, followed the teacher into her small cubby hole of an office at the far end of the locker room and sat down in the visitors chair and extended her left leg so Miss Richards could inspect it. "See," said the eighteen year old said, "no problem, it feels just fine!" Miss Richards was running her hand up and down the ankle and calf of the young bikini girl , each time her hand moving a little higher until she was rubbing the inside of her thigh. Miss Richards continued her massage, and commented , "Sometime these sprains can even affect your calf and thigh muscles," and while Afton just sat there, she let the teacher rub higher and higher on her leg, even as she got closer and closer to her crotch! Afton's breathing became more shallow the longer the warm hands worked on her inner thigh, and once in a while one of them would brush against her bulging pussy. There was a definite line of moisture along Afton's crack that was showing through on her panties, and Miss Richards commented on how attractive Afton's vagina looked while covered by the white cotton panties. By now Afton was so aroused and in such dire need of sexual relief, she offered no resistance when Miss Richards let her fingers slip inside of her panties casuing Miss Richards to coo, "Oh my, Afton, you have a very wet vagina, are you in need of an orgasm, dear?!?" |
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