Spring is always smiling, the scent of green leaves wafting through the air on the way home from school. Spring is always smiling, after school, when we get wet from a sudden thunderstorm. Her petite, childlike body and the puffy chest visible through her uniform, her sheer white thighs stretching out from under her skirt, make my groin hot. "You want to have sex with me, don't you? Hey, teacher?" I'm a teacher, and I know I shouldn't have feelings for my students, but I want Spring. A teacher who hasn't yet experienced spring...
