Matt raised his eyebrows and took another sip. “No really. I mean off her rocker.” Looking quite serious, he spoke quietly getting Matt’s attent...on. “Three nights ago she comes to bed. Doesn’t even turn out the light and says, ‘You wanna screw?’ I bet she ain’t asked for sex in five years. Just like that, ‘You wanna screw?’ I nearly shit. Of course I says, ‘Yes.’ She reaches out and grabs my pecker, gives it a few yanks, gets me hard enough and then sits on it. I’m wondering, ‘Who the hell this. . I suppose the word is eligible ... to be wed into the peerage. If we're honest, it was an archaic system until very recently. There is so much inbreeding that I'm surprised that the line has survived at all."A knighthood is not hereditary. My brother didn't inherit the title when my father passed away. He is simply Mr. Gordon Allen, a retired solicitor in Leeds. My marriage is the last link to the peerage. I suppose I was considered pretty for the time. It was the 1960s and the world was. She squelched her own anger and turned on thesaccharine charm she reserved for the worst jerks at Peepers. "Thank you*so* much for your time, Professor. I know how busy you must be. Perhapsnext semester, after I've had a chance to demonstrate my academiccapabilities, we can discuss this again."Smithfield blandly replied, "Yes, Ms Wilson. It's been a pleasure to meetyou. I try to acquaint myself with all the students in my department. Iapplaud your ambition. However, I just want to caution you. .. wondering if anything might happen. I stroked my cock into a nice hard on fantasizing about the man I saw in the mall being someone looking for a little cock play. After about 3 minutes (felt like forever) I heard the hallway door squeek open and footsteps heading down the hall. The door to the restroom opened and I heard someone enter the stall beside me.I watched his shadow as he dropped his pants and sat down. I leaned over a little and peeked at his shoes and could tell by the pants it.