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miriam

I work as a sports instructor at a secondary school. This job has many advantages but the most cherished is seeing “my girls” (age 12 to 16) move. With my colleagues we have every year a bet about which fresh student will develop the most beautiful. Regardless my fantasies I will never jeopardise my job by becoming intimate with one of the students. Until today.

On this spring evening is weather is not cold, but we have the occasionally heavy showers. My doorbell rings and when I open the door I see Miriam, one of my students. She is not wearing a coat and is soaking wet. “Miriam, whats up?” I ask her. Her white blouse semi-transparent, sticking to her little budding titties. I have to force my self not to stare at her little erect nipples. “Mister R., I have a flat tire.” She tells me with a pouty face.

She is one of my favourites. Her gymnast-figure has developed for a year now. Blond hair with a smile to die for. Skinny with the cutest little titties and a perfectly formed ass. “Come in,” I tell her against my basic rule. I know she lives a hour-walk away so I decide to help. She parks her bicycle in the hallway. “You have a towel or something,” she asks with her enchanting smile. I take her to the bathroom. “You are all cold and shivering. Why don’t you take a warm bath while I look are your bike,” I suggest. “I can also put your clothes in the dryer.” “Oh yes please,” she says. I bend over to turn on the tap, when I turn back she is already unbuttoning her blouse.

She catches me staring at her titties. “You like them, don’t you.” she says with a horny tone in her voice and lets one of her hands slip in to cup her titty. “Uhm, I will look at your bike,” I say blushing. Damn, this is wrong, this is bad, I can’t, I shouldn’t… are the things going through my mind. Then I notice the valve is turned loose. Damn, has she arranged all this? I inflate the tire and return to the bathroom. After I knocked she says that I can enter. She is sitting on her knees in the bath tub. Covering her titties with one arm. Aiming the shower head with the other hand over her shoulder. “I put your clothes in the dryer.” When I pick them up I only notice her blouse and little denim skirt.

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