”“Thank you,” Stephen said.“However, I am sure that there are some who would object to you saying that the book presented a repetition of spec...lations,” Professor Sigmond said.“Really? I noticed when I read that section that there were no attributions to the sources from which those statements originated. There was no justification for those statements given in the book. To me that speaks of intellectual laziness and reduces the significance of the judgments made from expert opinion to author. “I guess that would make you my date!” I say, in a joking tone, not knowing what your reaction was going be.I get even more excited as I start to think about the possibilities that could happen with this! Oh, how I would love to stick my cock in that moist mouth, squeezing your hard nipples, and licking that beautiful clit and tongue fucking you while you suck my hard cock!My thoughts are interrupted as I hear something hit the floor.“oops!” you say with a seductive grin, “I’ll get it!” as I. He was a chirpy little guy when I first met him, with a bit of a crush on me, always ready to help me hand out workbooks in class, or clean the chalkboard for me. He’d quickly overtaken me in height though and, just turned 18, he was fully six feet tall, towering over my five-feet-two. He was also the most intellectually gifted student I’d ever had the privilege of teaching. I assumed he’d grown out of the crush, and was someone who now simply liked and respected me as a teacher. As I started. ***It was now early Thursday morning of the first week.As usual, I was in the shower giving myself a good scrub before I got ready for College and Mom was running around downstairs cursing to herself that she was going to be late for work as she had an important appointment with a client and there would be hell to pay if she missed it. "HENRY?!" I heard her shout from the kitchen, "You get yourself downstairs right now if you want me to sort you out!" she ordered and even through the sound of.