You think back to yesterday, when you were leaving Ms. Mary's class. You had recently gotten a failing grade on a test, but she felt it wasn't through a lack of trying.

"If you want, you can come to my house for tutoring! Come over any time, I'll be happy to help whenever."

She might not have meant near sundown, on a weekend, but you try not to think about it.

Stepping up to the front door, you politely knock. When you receive no immediate response, you knock a little harder. Still nothing. Stupidly, you try the door handle, and... it works? She left the door unlocked. Odd.

You snoop around her house for a bit, but you can't find her anywhere. It's clear she lives here, she even left her work computer on. The only place you haven't checked is... her bedroom. You knock politely. No response.

...You gently open the door. And there she is.

The warm yellow glow of a nightlight casts her image. Her soft hair spread against the pillow. Her gentle face, at peaceful rest, quietly breathing in... and out. Her body, uncovered by any blanket or sheet, is beautifully splayed out before you. A silky negligee barely covers her form. She lies face down on the mattress, her ample breasts pressed against the bed by her torso.

And there are no words that could adequately describe the heavenly figure of her ass. Her cheeks slowly rise and sink in time with her breaths like the softest dough at a bakery. Her thighs cup them perfectly, tapering her figure off with the shape of a goddess. The shape of fertility, made manifest...

What will you do?