Truth was, that wasn’t her at all. She took the same seat in the front, laying her books and backpack onto the desk. Xxx video He had to be the teacher. She swallowed, knowing that he would be the only thing to ruin her plans here at college. For the next twenty minutes he read what she had wrote, in awe of her evaluation of Walt Whitman. No one else had shown up yet. Her generous thighs would make a priest forget his vows. She couldn’t stop fidgeting as she continuously looked around her. For the time, he wondered if she were a virgin. “Hey, Professor Jackson.”
“How was your week?”
“It was good, thank you. I’ll leave now if that’s fine.” He glanced at the clock.
