He sat down at his computer and looked over the list. Sociology, Psychology, Inter-cultural-Relations . . . It all sucked! Then he saw it, way at the ...ottom of the list, the name alone grabbed his interest, “Principles of Lust – An in-depth study of the history and nature of human sexuality” It sounded like pure bullshit, but, hey, he might learn some things about sex and god knew he needed help there. He went through the motions and signed up for the course. The course confirmation process. That was one ‘blowjob’ I could do without.The kids were still up when I announced that I was tired and headed for bed. It was my hope that I would either be asleep or able to fake it well enough that Marge would forego her sexual expectations. I quickly showered and brushed my teeth. The kids would never get ready for bed early on a Saturday night, so I felt pretty certain that I could fall asleep before Marge got them into bed.When I stepped out of the bathroom, Marge was sitting on the side. When I hit her cherry, she gripped my dick hard.Point taken. Still you have rubbed a dick enough to know how to do it without taking your eyes off the TV.Now she wasn’t the fastest girl I had made cum, but she probably didn’t last two minutes before she was pulling my hand away from her pussy. The girl that had the towel in her hair handed it over to me to wipe my hand off. I hadn’t noticed it before that the towel had been making the rounds. Once I had gotten the girl’s juices off my hand I. As soon as they stopped by the coal bunker, however, they were accosted by a large, heavyset man in a soiled, bloody apron."Oh, you are just in time, just in time, my good collier!" he shouted as he got closer. "Please tell me you brought them!" Why, Jirka, I have no idea what you mean," Pavel intoned. "Did you want me to bring you something?" Oh, don't tease me, Pavel, not today," the man begged, shaking his head. "Just tell me you have my wood chips." I can do you one better, I can actually.