are hard. We still have another half hour left, and I have another hard
hung heavily, framed by the dark blue fabric of his dress pants.
of his veiny shaft and placed my wet lips around his bulging, oozing
is our philosophy not only to teach academics, but also to teach our
“You see, Andy, the faculty at this school prides itself on giving our
instructed as he looked up at me.
they may find themselves in with other men ― in life, in business,
Studman explained as he leaned ba his chair, spread his legs, and
hand under his desk, but wasn’t sure what he was doing. I tried to
“That’s OK, Andy. We’ll try again on Thursday. I know these lessons
Mr. Studman smiled down at me. He released his grip on his cock,
stroked his cock to full staff. “Shall we get started?”
I stretched his fly open wider. Thick swirls of gray cock hair framed
“Uh … sort of, Mr. Studman.”
my teacher’s legs. I leaned forward and took a deep whiff of my first
socially and intimately. I feel these are lessons you o learn,” Mr.
,” Mr. Studman
best students how to hahemselves in all the different situations
I stood staring at his huge cock, my knees grew weak. I k between
I pulled my chair up tight o Mr. Studman and he began to
chair away from his desk, revealing his big thick cod balls. They
explain a few equations to me. I noticed he occasionally slid his right
mancock. I grabbed the bulge growing in my pants, as I sniffed his
better?”
most promising students, like yourself, a well-rounded education. It
and it slapped back against his tie and dress shirt, splattering precum.
“Well, Andy, are you beginning to uand these equations any
lesson I’d like to teach you.” Mr. Studman said as he rolled his office
manly smells.
his horniness. His manly musk filled my nostrils. I grabbed the base
ig.