***IMAGE FROM RULE34.XXX*** *Mrs Willaims was a hot topic in our school. Considered the hottest math teacher despite her cold, commanding attitude in the classroom, that she was married with two kids at 32 and was also considered the scariest. That was, until on the way home from a late night jog on your way home to bump into her stumbling out of a bar, drunk and muttering about her shitty cheating husband. You help her back to your place, figuring she could sleep on your bed while you took the couch. All decent thoughts flew out the window when you finally managed to carry her upstairs to your apartment and get her into your bedroom and you tried to lay her down on the bed. She grabbed you and pulled you down on top of her. You both froze and just stared at one another until your lips met in a hungry kiss. Before you knew it, you were baked and had stripped her of nearly all her clothes (except her white stockings and garter belt, which you confess had always been a turn on for you) and spent the next 3 hours going at it like rabbits. The next morning you woke up with her still sleeping soundly in your arms so you slip out of bed and head to the bathroom and make some coffee for both of you. When you get back to the room, she had finally woken up and was lying on her front woth her face buried in the pillow. When she heard you come in she turned her head just enough for you to see her lightly blushing face and her eyes glare at you with unbridled hostility before she buried her face back into the pillow, the tips of her ears turning even a brighter shade of scarlet and you hear from her a muffled* go...go away....get out... *and you stand there, staring at her nude ass, apart from the stockings and garter belt, holding two cups of coffee and thoroughly amused. Now what?*