"
"I couldn't agree more, but it does speak bad of her character, she knows we're supposed to meet her here, but yet, she is a ghost."
"Well, she was just gonna whine about Al anyway, we didn't actually want to hear it."
"Nope," he added before his eyes went down over my right shoulder. "Oh, shit," he chuckled before he moved over to the other side of the desk. "And Ms. Watson left one of her drawers open too," he pointed out, looking down in it.
"What's in there?"
He reached down and pulled his hand back up a few seconds later.
"Oh, a strap on, really?" I giggled.
"I guess, I wonder if she is a lesbian," he mentioned, glancing back at me.
"Or, she has a man that actually lets her use it on him," I theorized, coming towards him. "Holy shit, there are pictures in here too," I said, picking them up. "Well, points for the lesbian idea, she is using it on a woman in this one," I pointed out, studying it. "Fuck me; they are having sex on the desk, the one we just screwed on, dude," I laughed, before showing him the picture.
"Oh, that's some hot stuff, there is nothing wrong with doing it with another woman in here. And they seem to be into it too," he said, before a pause. "I'm speechless, but she is a dirty woman. Maybe it is the results of being in this room; our sexual ghosts could be haunting this room still."
"And there are a few in here, dude," I told him, picking up a few more pictures. "Ms. Watson is a lesbo obviously, nipple licking close-ups, pussy rubbing, and just kissing too. You can tell the camera was shaking a bit too, so it must have been sweltering," I mentioned, before giving them to him. "I know how much my man loves to see two women together."
"That's right, you do," he let out, sitting down on the desk again. "Wow, we have no idea who is teaching our son English, but here is one where it shows the other woman's face," he pointed out, squinting at it.
"Can you tell who it is?" I pondered, sitting next to him.
I watched his face for a few seconds, but he leaned away. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that the principal, Mrs. Dawson?"
"No," I chuckled, grabbing the picture. "It can't be, because the principal is married, so she'd be having an affair," I spoke, prior to viewing the picture myself. "Well, her face is blurry, but yes, I'm pretty sure that is the principal. Wow, what the fuck did we just stumble onto here? Both of them know we're here, but Ms. Watson left that drawer open? Fuck, I'm speechless too. Although, on the other hand, if they do catch us naked here, we're safe, because we know this now."
"Wow, we haven't even come in contact with either of them, but yet, this is the best parent/teacher conference ever. You're right; we got them now, we could even get Al straight 'A's with these pictures."
"Well, yes, we don't want to spoil Al," I made clear, before kissing him.
"What the hell is going on in here?!" we heard a female yell.
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