I grew up in the mini-skirt, mini-dress era. My hottie teacher, Miss Johnson had legs that would not quit. She used to bring her chair out from behind her desk, to the side, and cross her legs...and fiddle with her blonde hair....leaving VERY little to the imagination of a 12 year old boy.
Her class was the only class where I sat right up in...The Front Row.
50 posted on 07/15/2022 8:39:30 AM PDT by Bloody Sam Roberts
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