The Teacher Part 1
She was just a teacher. Well, not just a teacher. She was a hot teacher and she happened to live on my block. She was the teacher you wished you had when you were a boy, unless you were exclusively into blondes. I was not, so she worked for me, big time. She had semi-curly dark hair, cropped close in a bob cut and usually tied back from her face. It gave her that hot librarian look ‒ naughty and nice, sweet as spice. She had a full bosom, not Pamela, but an ample ‘C’ cup, which presented...