Chapter 63 My English Professor(3)

• In the following weeks, I started attending Professor Herford's classes. I always sit in the back because I don't have the courage to look the professor in the face. But his lectures are beautiful, full of passion, full of poetry and he, now that I can look at him properly, calmly is the sexiest professor I have ever met.
• He is powerful, and authoritative, but also gentle and delicate. He knows how to talk to girls, keeps the confidence of boys in check, moves elegantly in the room and can explain very well. His deep voice when he reads poetry makes me sigh and dream. But after meeting him I notice that my vagina gets wet or something like that. It moistens and opens, expanding as if it is ready to receive something.
• My asshole also throbs as if it wants a large object to enter it. I find myself having to admit that I am jealous when some other student goes to talk to him, I find myself turning purple with envy when he pays some other classmates, a few compliments, and I find myself having to admit that I have a crush on him, a major one!