Sun, 10/27/2013 - 22:54 -- jheal27


My shorts.

My bare skin.

My long legs.

My apologies.


I  wanted to wear shorts.

I disrupted his education.

I am a woman.

I go home to change.


He is a man.

He cannot expected to control himself.

He knows not what he does.


You objectify me.

You are my teacher.


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