"Oh god....," cried Jane, "Why can't I stop doing this? I have to have your sperm. Please cum for me," she pleaded. The dean began to moan from Jane's...work on his penis. "I have a better idea," he said, "Take off all your clothes, and lie down across my desk." "No, please don't **** me," said Jane. "****?," said the dean, "This isn't ****. I'm not forcing you to do anything. I just asked you to screw me, and you're doing it. It's a situation of two consenting adults having a little fun.". At home, I waited impatiently for her to text me later that day and when she finally did, I could hardly contain myself and jumped at the chance. Texting her back, I asked for her address. It seemed to take an eternity, but when she finally sent it to me, I immediately said, “I’ll be over in a little.” I was excited to spend time with her and nervous too as I pulled into the parking lot. Parking out front of her building, I got out of the car, and as I looked up at where I thought her apartment. She was the last in the circle of food bank volunteers, and it was her turn to introduce herself at the orientation meeting. "My name is Jen," she said in a sweet, sincere voice, "and I'm a senior at Connolly High. I'm here 'cause I want to help those less well off than me. Also my school has a community service requirement to graduate...". He didn't pay as much attention to her actual words, listening more to the sound of her voice, quivering with the nervousness that comes from addressing a. Did you have something in mind?" He replied. I just gavehim a slightly wanton smile. The look on his face was priceless. I don'tthink his jaw could have dropped any more before he collected himselfand gave me an overly happy smile in return."Now, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. This is just a one nightthing, okay?" I replied. I couldn't be sure that he heard me, given theprobability that all the blood was rushing out of his head at thispoint.It took him a couple of seconds, but he.