" But he had to do something, after all of the work and expense, it was unimaginable not to graduate with his class. So he went up to his teacher, go... up close, put his arm arount Mr. Post's shoulder and begged, "Please, please Mr. Post, I can't fail Organic Chemistry. I will do anything you want, anything."(Pic Four)Dr. Eugene Post was a very successful chemist who had secured lucritive patents and only kept his job teaching at the college because at 38yo, his taste for men was young and. Very neat, her two years of mechanical drawing giving her that talent, but rough in concept. It was focused on the fireplace, the stone indentation in that flat rock wall. That would have to serve as both a cooking fire, and their source of heat in winter. Thus, she had put a long kitchen counter along the eastern wooden wall to be built out from the north-south stone wall, interrupted with a doorway into a large storage pantry. In front of the fire was a long bench/ couch, for sitting on. I saw my wife's bare feet, she was on her knees in our bedroom facing away from me. I opened it a little bit more, her bare ass, her back, her long blond hair. I could see her head moving forward and back. I opened it a tiny bit more and I then saw not one, but two men standing in front of her, completely nude. Their bodies were big and muscular, not big and flabby like mine. Their heads were tilted slightly back with their eyes closed. My wife's head was blocking the view of their cocks,. I grab Jasons PFG shirt and pull him towards me for a kiss, Go get me another drink? Then maybe we can head to my hotel room? He nods quickly as Matthew pulls me to him again, both of his hands now on my breasts as my back presses against him, moving his hips with mine, making sure I feel his hardened bulge against me. Youre fucking sexy, he whispers in my ear and I giggle as Jason hands me another drink, filled to the brim with the same mixed drink/punch as before. I drink it quickly, streams.