For over 30 years, I have masturbated to yearbook photos of my freshman high-school English teacher, whom I've obviously *never* gotten over. She was a plus-size woman with the biggest breasts I've ever seen in my life. (One of her photos is my "avatar.")
Every day, she used to wear the tightest clothing possible, to the point that I could see the outline of her bra (and sometimes her nipples) and her panties (right down to the "V" of her crotch). Just her walking across the room made her bounce and jiggle more than most women who actually try to show off their physiques. It got so that I could remember just about every outfit she ever wore. (She had one terry-cloth number that made her look as though she'd just stepped out of the shower.)
I had this woman's class 32 years ago (!), and for the three years that I went to her school (I moved at the end of my junior year), I would use any excuse I could think of to sidle up to her and have a conversation, just so that I could be within inches of her huge, ethereal breasts. That I never gave those big knockers a squeeze or a kiss, I chalk up solely to divine intervention. I have often marveled that this woman bounced around her campus for years without one administrator ever telling her that maybe she should loosen her clothing a bit.
Anyway, almost from the day I started her class, I would go home every afternoon and masturbate to the thought of that huge, beautiful body. When I started buying yearbooks and there were prominent photos of the woman in them, that only fueled the fire.
One day when she left the coat from one of her outfits on a table in her room, I actually went up to it and rubbed it (just with my hands) over and over. Pretty pointless, I know -- I guess I just wanted to touch something that had been so close to the body of my dreams. When I looked up and saw the teacher across the room, she had a strange smile on her face. I wasn't sure if the smile meant she approved of what I was doing, or if she was smiling so that I wouldn't go psycho on her.
I once figured that I've lost at least nine-and-one-quarter gallons of come masturbating to this woman over the last three decades. I often wonder if this woman ever realized the effect that her tight clothing and big breasts had on at least one student. I also wonder what she'd think if she knew that a student had been masturbating to her yearbook photos for over 30 years.