Then he described a number of other similar documents that had been donated to the school. “And all of these items are now in the custody of our lib...ary, and our new chief librarian, Jane Smith.”He smiled and then continued, “But that’s not all: There is more to the Smith gift. She has endowed the Hardwick Chair in American Literature. It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you our first Hardwick Professor of American Literature.” At this point Arnn digressed and shook his head sadly. “I. Miss Sara, my cock is ready now for whatever you will. Ok Jack, I am going to lie on my stomach and I want you to push that dick inside my asshole. I want you to shove your tongue in first to get it all lubed up again. Oh Miss Sara, I have been dreaming about fucking your ass since I met you. May I cum in that beautiful ass of your Miss Sara? Yes Jack, you may cum at your will. Getting ass fucked by your dick is going to give me many orgasms in no time. Sara laid over a pillow positioned. Her name was Beansprout Lowenstern (a likely alias since what parents would name their daughter Lowenstern?) She quickly leaned in and began sucking on my neck like the lesbian daughter Dracula never mentions in public. "Oh, Beanie," I whimpered, the worst pillow talk ever. As her dainty hand squeezed my bra-less bosom boldly, she praised my alliteration before twisting my nipples as if looking for Zeppelin on the radio. "Oh, Sproutie," I moaned, continuing my most impressive sweet talk. With. It was Joe Akers and it was five am. A quick calculation told me it was nine pm the night before in Chicago."Joe don't you ever sleep?" No. If I do I can't charge you double time!" he laughed."So where the hell are you these days?" He asked."Oh out on the left coast basking in the sun and watching gorgeous babes in bikinis play beach volleyball while you're freezing your ass off in Chicago!" I lied."Nice! Just wish I was there." Then how would you get away with charging me all that money?" I'd.