Sarah bounced out of bed, planting a kiss on Jack's lips. She pulled him up and pushed him into the shower. She stood finishing her toast watching him...clean his body. She was transfixed, watching the tiny rivulets of water pass over his rippling, muscular body. It was so sensually arousing, watching him wash himself. He stepped out of the shower, lightly planting a kiss on her forehead, a few drops of water dripping from his chin into the valley between her breasts. He quickly got dried and. I reached up into the stack and pulled one and the stack fell over in accordion fashion onto the floor. There had to be at least thirty gay porn magazines s**ttered at my feet. I thumb through them. Before I realized what I was doing, my right hand was inside my jean playing with my growing dick and my left hand was grabbing a magazine with an amazing front cover shot of a mature black man being sucked by a college aged student. I walked quickly to the adjoining bathroom and dropped my jeans. I would wind up with as many as six stacks of the same book destined for the same class and by the time the cart was loaded, it contained enough texts for 30 to 40 classes. Sounds like a lot, right? It's not when you are stacking on textbooks for six classes for over 3,300 students! Maybe I was slow but I didn't get the first cart loaded until almost noon. Each stack had to be labeled with a post-it note showing the teacher's name, room number, course name, period number, and book count.Miss. She opened her mouth and sucked my finger cleaning her juices from it. Her eyes stared into mine and I could see the lust burning in them. They were begging to be fucked and I wasn’t about to deny her that. I pulled my finger from her mouth and took a sip of my coffee. Her hand went to the crotch of my jeans and she started to rub my cock through them. I shifted my weight forward in my seat and looked over at her and said, “Did you just drop your napkin?” She smiled a wicked grin and slid under.