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,” Mr. Studman
stroked his cock to full staff. “Shall we get started?”
“Uh … sort of, Mr. Studman.”
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
best students how to hahemselves in all the different situations
instructed as he looked up at me.
his horniness. His manly musk filled my nostrils. I grabbed the base
“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
I pulled my chair up tight o Mr. Studman and he began to
my teacher’s legs. I leaned forward and took a deep whiff of my first
of his veiny shaft and placed my wet lips around his bulging, oozing
I stood staring at his huge cock, my knees grew weak. I k between
and it slapped back against his tie and dress shirt, splattering precum.
most promising students, like yourself, a well-rounded education. It
hung heavily, framed by the dark blue fabric of his dress pants.
manly smells.
are hard. We still have another half hour left, and I have another hard
“Well, Andy, are you beginning to uand these equations any
mancock. I grabbed the bulge growing in my pants, as I sniffed his
hand under his desk, but wasn’t sure what he was doing. I tried to
I stretched his fly open wider. Thick swirls of gray cock hair framed
better?”
lesson I’d like to teach you.” Mr. Studman said as he rolled his office
“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,
Studman explained as he leaned ba his chair, spread his legs, and
socially and intimately. I feel these are lessons you o learn,” Mr.
explain a few equations to me. I noticed he occasionally slid his right