Spring always smiles, and the fragrance of green leaves wafts through the air on the way home from school. Spring always smiled when we were drenched by a sudden thunderstorm after school. Her petite, childlike body, her plump breasts peeking through her uniform, and her snow-white thighs sticking out from under her skirt sent a hot flash to my groin. "You want to fuck me, don't you? Hey, teacher?" I'm a teacher, and I know I'm not supposed to have feelings for my students, but I want spring. A teacher who hasn't experienced spring yet...