As she went on in our emails back and forth she continued to tease. i was already jerking off. the following week i had to be out of town on business....i posted where i was going, i took a picture of the crappy rental car in front of my hotel and posted that with a joke the next night as i got out of the shower there was a knock at the door. i wrapped my towel around my waste and opened the door, there she stood in the hallway in only a t-shirt.as she walked into my room dropping her bag i saw. *** The moment I opened my eyes, I knew things would be different. I hadn’t been to classes for 3 weeks. The leaves already changing their colors from emerald green to an array of reds, yellows, and oranges. Soon they’ll all be on the ground, a sickly brown being crunched under many students in a hurry to get to the next class or next wild party. I kept having the same dream: Professor Jasper A. Martel in his black robes in the Greek Temple with the stone altar and the evil mystery jar. How. Kya kar rahi hai?.. use phone do.umm wo jokuch bhi kar rahi hai woo phone nahi le sakti.kyu?woo apne mouth se bol nahi sakti.bol nahi sakti matalab?uske muu mei bohot kuch haikya hai.. use phone doophone nahi de sakti bola na.. acha mei batau uske kya pehna hai..?muje pata hai usne jeens aur white t-shirt pehna hai..aur uski kali bra aur white panty with flower on it kyon batayega..ye .. tumhe kaise pataa.. kon ho tummuje sab pata hai.. par abhi uske badan par kuch nahi hai..kuch nahi matlab???. "Fuck.." He said with a sigh as he kept rubbing his throbbing organ. "I love those whore attendants." He let out a small laugh before pulling off his shirt and throwing it on the floor, shifting to removed his belt then jeans. His head moving low as he stretched a little but started to suck where he cock lay under his boxers, blowing a little as well. "Mm.. Someone's gunna get a fat load.." He smirked as his head moved to lick the head of his cock as it poked out the leg of his boxers. He.