My English teacher had very large breasts. It wasn't distracting or anything, it just made her classes more enjoyable. I was only too happy to pay attention in class and when she bent over to correct homework, it was the best thing ever, especially when she was close.
And she did get close. Maybe too close. Sometimes she stood in front of my desk and leaned over, giving me an eyeful of her cleavage as she read over my homework. Other times when she corrected from behind, one of her lovely pillows would squish into my shoulder. Sometimes she would actually rest her boob on top of my shoulder. The weight of it felt awesome and she would sigh in relief. It must be difficult to carry them around all day, but for this moment, I absolutely loved taking the the soft squishy heavy load on my shoulder and into my face.
To finish off, she would say "good boy" with a head pat when she was finished looking at my homework and take her breast weight off my shoulder again. I had never been so motivated to work so hard in school.
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