If my math teacher in eighth grade was this hot, I would have had perfect attendance all year. Forget the cheerleaders, your babysitter, or your hot next door neighbor. Banging your hot teacher was the ultimate fantasy. I’d listen to her talk about her pi all day and hope that she has more pi in all the right places. I’m just not sure if I would have enough blood in my brain to absorb all these if all the blood goes somewhere else – if you know what I mean. Do you have latent hot teacher fantasies? Share them with us in the comment section below!
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