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