As you know, this class, Human Sexuality and Social Behavior, is a required course for all freshmen.”Tim Boxer was a relatively young full professor... At thirty-six years old, Boxer was on the fast track as a rising star with his research on human relationships and sexuality. But he was mostly known for his unorthodox and highly effective teaching techniques. At six-foot-two-inches tall, Prof. Tim towered directly in front of Rebecca Hines, who was sitting in the front of the class and had the. "Uh, well, I'm not sure," I said. "Don't have a lot of formal experience. Wonder if the coach will give me a chance." Fuck that!" snorted my uncle. "Listen, bucko, remember this: there's only one good play in basketball: the ball goes in the hoop. You can take all that no-look pass and between-the-legs dribbling and shove it in your ass. Score! That's the first and last word in any coach's playbook."I considered that for a moment. I was about 25 feet away from the hoop. I turned, set myself and. Turbulence didn't make her pussy feel warm. "How are you... What are you going to use?" George put on a wicked grin, "That'll be my surprise. First thing after we're in our room." Vicky bit her bottom lip. -- They landed and had an uneventful trip through the airport bureaucracy, finally winding up at a cab to the resort. Once they arrived, George checked them in, and they went to their room with a bellhop handling their bags. While George dealt with the bellhop, Vicky walked over to the. I stroked faster. My neck strained, lifting my head off the pillow. I began stroking as feverishly as when alone. Ten more strokes, then twenty more. When Amanda’s tits came back into full focus my hips bucked into orgasm.Shots landed high on my chest and belly, and some wonderfully coated my cock as I kept stroking it and milking it dry. It felt good. I felt good, confident I had mastered the noises and gotten away with it. Amanda, a perfect mistress, vaporized.Now what to do? I remained.