Do you want another story about teaching? I got one. I mean I got hundreds, but here's one
Man, I used to think Back to School Night was such a drag
Givin' up my evenin' to talk to the moms and dads
Like I coulda been in bed an hour ago
Dreamin' about what I wanna do to your daughters' holes
And y'all are even worse than your kids though
With your heads on your desks or lookin' at your cell phones
You don't wanna be here, and I don't wanna be here
So when I make this point, I'ma be clear
Back to School Night has got to go
Write a petition on the superintendant's throat
I'll sign it from the inside with my cum
Then I'll make him sign it too, with his own blood, cuz
Back to School Night is a failed experiment
Drop it off the top of a roof like Letterman
Cripple it for life like it was a veteran
Then get it retired, also like Letterman
At least that's what I used to think
One year somethin' happened to me
That made me view the whole thing a little differently
The parents are there, and I'm givin' my recital
Pretending that I'm not feeling suicidal, but
The thermostat was broken so I took off my sweater
One of the moms starts rubbin' her legs together
I didn't realize what it meant
'Til everybody left and she approached my desk, I said
"You wanna talk about your daughter or somethin'?"
She said "Option B," which got me wonderin'
But before I got it, her hands were on my body
I might become the third guy to cover "La Di Da Di"
I said "Wait, your husband's outside"
She said "We better be quick then, right?"
I tell her, "This won't influence your child's grades"
But she just wants to influence my cum on her face
Okay, for the next twenty minutes
She's s**ing me off while her husband's checking Twitter
I hear him laughing at somebody's hashtag
While I produce enough cum to fill a trash bag
She swallows it, but can't believe how much
She says it's a good thing that she skipped lunch
I agree, and we part ways
I go home and prepare for the next day
("The ending, the epilogue, the best part.")
It comes just like I did
I smile inwardly when I see her kid
Like mother, like daughter, same body type
Same innocent smile, same freckled thighs
And like her mom, she's approaching my desk
Lookin' kinda flustered, and startin' to sweat, she says
"I have a question for you, Mr. Fielding
My mom wants to know if you'll join us for Thanksgiving."
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