Cs office. Mr. C! Mr. C! Mr. C!!!! I yelled entering his office. Mr. Connor was sitting in his desk chair playing the guitar. I had slightly scared hi.... He looked up at me. What?! He asked with a smirk. I closed the door behind me, and showed him the paper I was holding. I got a 97% on my Trig test! I said finally. Holy shit Erica, thats great!!! He came around from his desk and gave me a big hug. He always smelled so good. Tim retracted from the hug and put his hands on either side my. I will help you.’ I plead.She nervously moved her hand to her pussy and started to rub herself, in time with her movements I started to pump my fingers in and out of her, encouraging her,‘Come on, that’s it, play with yourself you dirty little slut, make yourself cum with your fingers.’ the more I talked dirty to her the more turned on she became.‘That’s it, harder, faster, come on, I want to watch you cum, you horny bitch!’Her fingers moved faster and faster over her clit, I jammed my fingers. “I love seeing guys in the nude, but usually they are too embarrassed because they think their willy is too small or something. I like them all sizes. And I love guys butts, too.” “Normally I don’t wear clothes for the whole week I’m up here,” I explained, taking off my shoes and socks and shirt. “That’s fine by me,” you replied. “Just as long as you don’t mind me having a good look. My boyfriend’s the only guy I’ve seen in the nude since I left college.” My heart was pounding as I unzipped my. I hope you have not been waiting just to eat me in the morning, he said. But if you have, I appreciate you putting it off at least that long. Its the token of a considerate guest. She made a low noise. Peter considered, for a moment, that he ought to sing a hymn or recite a psalm. It was, after all, Christmas, and it seemed to him that all decent people should observe the day in some way, excommunication or not. But he went to sleep instead. *** He woke to find himself uneaten on Christmas.