Mr. Johnson’s Wild Ride
By Robert_West1138. [google-translator] Mr. Johnson took a seat behind his desk, his body weary from his first day of work, but his mind racing. Racing with ideas, with hope, with the unbridled optimism that often accompanies a first-year college professor. He looked out over the now empty classroom, reflecting on the day when suddenly the door at the far end of the room opened, and in walked one of the gorgeous women Mr. Johnson had ever seen. Her ample curves
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