The flirtatious teacher
I entered late. She was on the blackboard. He turned, looked over his glasses at me with a lopsided smile and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He adjusted his hair and made a playful sign with his finger to me to sit down. My heart skipped a beat.
About The flirtatious teacher
I entered late. She was on the blackboard. He turned, looked over his glasses at me with a lopsided smile and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He adjusted his hair and made a playful sign with his finger to me to sit down. My heart skipped a beat.