Maybe you can help her, whatever it takes. If it doesn’t bother you David, you can call me Mary. It is my name after all.”Interesting. She was so ...ery judgmental and condemning when she saw Emily and I in bed together screwing to spite her.“I will see you as soon as I can get there. Can you turn on your porch light or tie something around your mailbox so I know I have the right address,” I asked.She laughed a bit again before saying, “Believe me, you will know the house when you see it.”Ok.. ”“Then get in here with me, buddy.”“I was planning on it.”I got into the bed by crawling over the top of her. Got captured. Kissed severely.“Press down on me, Brad.”“You used to squeal...”“I’ve grown up.”“You definitely have. Don’t remember you being this lumpy when we used to wrestle.”“Mom made us stop when you reached puberty.”“I know,” I said. “Just when it REALLY started getting fun to get you pinned.”“Pervert,” she giggled.“I’m the pervert? You just crawled on me and screwed my head. I desperately tried to finish urinating, but my eyes began to move to look down over the divider between the urinals and get an answer my question. Before I knew it I was staring at my co-worker's cock. As soon as I got a good look, which confirmed the rumour that black men are hung, I stared back at the wall. I finished peeing even as my cock began growing.Back in my office, I cursed myself, praying he didn't notice me glance at his smaller than Doug's but still very thick and long cock. I. .sleepy..’ ‘Sleep, Miss,’ I said sweetly. ‘You must be tired, teaching so many students. Sleep. We will take a break today.’ ‘No, studies are important..’ But before she could complete the sentence, her eyes closed and she fell sideways on her chair like a drooling idiot. I moved my chair a little closer and touched her black hair. She stirred slightly at my touch: a side effect of the drug was that it had made her incredibly horny. I knew that in theory, but to see my superior teacher in such.