Sex in pubs Stories

Elizabeth McCullough sat quietly, waiting for the noise to subside, staring into the void with the palms of her hands flat on the desk. A huge sigh left her lips. It was the end of another class. To say she was relieved was an understatement and for more than one reason. The obvious reason was the end of the school year. No more kids, no more teaching, no more stress, and no more backtalk from her students, despite this b...