Mr. Holiday was sitting at his desk. "You wanted to discuss Hamlet, Miss Kent."

Oh how she loved this older man. At least she thought she loved him. There was something about him, and his proud, cool demeanor, his incredible mature handsomeness, his whole being, that simply turned her on.

"Yes, I really don't know if I understand the play within the play, sir."

She put her purse on the floor, bending over, her back to him as she did so. The little black skirt pulled in crisply on her wonderful, young ass. Mr. Holiday could see the lines of her panties arching against the skirt.

He motioned her into a chair next to his desk, then pulled his closer to hers. They sat almost side by side in back of his desk.

Mr. Holiday could not help but smell the delicious scent of Suzy's perfume, a generous dose of Taboo that she had applied. Suzy could also sniff the manly aroma of his Old Spice aftershave, which she liked very much. It made her tremble to be so near the handsome teacher.

"The play within the play, what we call the mousetrap is just that, Suzanne… a trap Hamlet devised to trap his conniving uncle, who had killed his father and married his mother."

Suzy moved closer to him so that she could peer at the text he had spread before them on the desk. Her thigh touched his.

"Hamlet wanted to make his uncle squirm a bit, by letting him know that he was aware that the uncle had killed his father, the King, then married his mother only to become the new king."

"Oh, I get it." Suzy turned to smile at him, and one of her big tits rubbed against Mr. Holiday's arm. The firm, round 36B's pushed beautifully against the thin pink sweater. They were fabulous tits, but not too big for her splendid, luscious body.

Mr. Holiday gazed into her blue eyes, her lovely, young face, noticing the sparkle of her face, her apple-red cheeks, her pink, wet pouty lips.