Sexy teacher

MY ENGLISH TEACHER; ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY, WHILE I PONDERED, WEAK AND WEARY, OVER MANY A QUAINT AND CURIOUS VOLUME OF FORGOTTEN LORE— WHILE I NODDED, NEARLY NAPPING, SUDDENLY THERE CAME A TAPPING, AS OF SOME ONE GENTLY RAPPING, RAPPING AT MY CHAMBER DOOR. “’TIS SOME VISITOR,” I MUTTERED, “TAPPING AT MY CHAMBER DOOR— ONLY THIS AND NOTHING MORE.”