You've been my top performing student. It is always a pleasure to have you in class. I know we're not supposed to say these kind of things, but you are definitely my favorite student. But lately your scores have been dropping, which has me concerned. I pulled your report card and saw that your other grades are great, as usual. Surprisingly, it's only been in my class where you haven't been doing as well. Perhaps something has been distracting you. Perhaps it's me... no, nevermind that. I shouldn't be silly and think about those kind of things. I'm so happy that you've taken me up on my offer to tutor you in my home. I welcome you in, and we get started right away at the kitchen table. Clearly, you still seem distracted. After an attempted lesson, I find your hand on my leg. I don't know what you think you are doing, but this is inappropriate! No, I am happily married woman, thank you very much! This isn't part of the lesson, but... I can't see to resist this feeling. Before I realize what I'm doing, I've leaned and am passionately kissing you. Oh, this is completely wrong! I stop us before we go any further and bring a stop to this. The next day I invite you over. I want to apologize for my unprofessional behavior, and I'm glad you've agreed that you won't tell anyone about this. Now, if you'll forgive me, we can continue our lessons at the table once more. And once more, halfway through a lesson, I find your hand on my leg again. This time I can't even fight it. I realize how much I want you to see me touch myself, how much I want you to see me cum right here in front of you. I hike my panties up so you can see how wet you've made me. Rubbing my swollen pussy, I cum at the table where my husband and I eat dinner. I can't believe what I've just done! This is completely wrong, and we can't do this again! I send you away again. Yet you come to my house at night, when you very well know that you shouldn't be here! It doesn't matter how you feel, I am a married woman, and there is too much at risk! You really should go. But you insist on staying. You grab my hand and pull me close to you. Despite myself, I can't turn away. I know this is completely wrong on every level... yet I can't resist you. I can't resist how you make me feel. Without thinking anymore, I completely give in. I need to feel you inside of me, making me take it right here on the couch. I can't believe I'm cheating on my husband like this, but he has never done anything like this to me. The way you make me feel and do things I never thought I would do... nobody could do this like you, the teacher's favorite.