Choices

You weren't sure what to make of Miss Harris when she first came to the school. She was, after all, seriously hot. Playboy-centrefold hot. From the moment you first saw her walking across the playground, her breasts bouncing around beneath the tight jumper she was wearing, you knew - you just knew - that it was your mission in life to fuck her. Of course, she was pretty ancient - twenty-four or twenty-five compared to your tender age of sixteen - but you were willing to put up with a minor problem like that if it meant getting the opportunity to give her a seriously good shagging.
You worked out your plan with the kind of dedication that your parents really wished you would apply to your studies. Every possible angle you have covered, every minor or major problem is accounted for within the confines of your plan.

Now you just have to hope that Miss Harris has a thing for girls…