“Because he was short?”Tapping a pen against her lips, Mrs. Winter shook her head and tutted sadly.“A common theory, but no - Napoleon was avera...e height for his day. Rumors of his small stature were spread by his enemies in an attempt to discredit him.”Another boy in the class put his hand up.“David?”“He was obsessed with leaving his mark on the world?”Mrs. Winter smiled, her hand casually running down her side, drawing the entire class’s attention to her ass. She suddenly realized that her. John Solomon was on the phone a minute later."Josie, what's up? You know, you can't keep calling me; my wife is also my secretary." Hi John. Listen, I have a situation at my hands and I would appreciate your help. A very good friend was wounded in Iraq. You mentioned that your brother is a surgeon at Johns Hopkins. Could you please get him to call me? I need expert advice as soon as practicable." Sure, I'll call him right away, and he'll call you back. Jesus, I'm sorry for cracking weak jokes.. . this is it... show me that dick." he demanded. I stood there and looked at him and then started to undo my pants. I did make my way here, so I couldn't really back out now. While I was undoing my pants he lit up a roll and started smoking. He then placed it down on the table as he came back. "Man... hurry the fuck up!" he said as he reached over and pulled my pants down, pulling out my cock. He started sucking me as I stood there. he slurped and sucked my cock moaning while he did so,. "No, I've got something I think you'll like a lot more," she said, placing her hand on my leg.All I had on were a pair of light weight basketball shorts, and when she put her hand on my thigh, her sensitive touch caused me to squirm a little bit. But that wasn't the worst of it. Instantly after she touched my leg, my cock began to fill with blood. As my dick grew larger the outline of it was clearly visible under my shorts. "So do you want me to thank you," she said as she slid her hand on top.