English teacher
I was 31, I already became a successful businessman. I had the opportunity to come to my childhood town, where I spent my entire youth, until my parents decided to move from a seedy town to a foreign metropolis. Upon arrival, I decided to visit my home school, at the same time to be a benefactor, to equip a computer class. For this, the director made a holiday at school, even hung a poster with my face, with the words “he studied here, now he helps”.
A buffet table was arranged under the motto, a la the return of the prodigal son, again for my money. I looked at the faces of the teachers, almost all of mine didn’t work anymore, but then my gaze plunged into the crowd. It was she ... Olga Nikolavna. When we were in the 10th grade, she came after our institute to our school as an English teacher. God ... there was not a single boy who, looking at her, would not drool. Tall blonde, big blue eyes, plump lips, wide mouth, height 182, chest 3, round ass that you can roll your neck. She always wore skirts a little bit below the knee with a small neckline, and she adored stockings with an arrow. I had a crush on her to madness.
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