Look, don’t make me the bad guy here, Grant has that title well managed for the entire campus,’ proclaimed a calm Professor Reid. ‘I’m sick o... you blaming everyone else for your mistakes Grant. The next time you step foot in my classroom or lab, you better be wearing appropriate clothing or you’re out of here with no questions asked. Now apologize to Taylen, she absolutely does not wear rags. I actually think she looks rather nice.’ Taylen blushed at his compliment, knowing to take it at more. I briefly considered ignoring the doorbell, at least until I could shoot my load. I envisioned my hot spunk jetting onto Jennifer’s rosebud lips, her eyes wide in amazement as the thick spurts continued, perhaps opening her mouth to taste my love-offering…but the doorbell continued to chime. Something had to be seriously wrong. She whimpered as I lifted her limp body off my chest and scrambled out of bed. I wriggled into my shorts, my cock most uncooperative in this endeavor, and I stumbled. And that's what you're taking me for a ride on?" Yep! I'm afraid you'll have to wait for me to start it before you climb on. Once it's started, sit behind me, wrap your arms round me and just try to stay behind me ... I mean, lean with me as we lean around corners, okay?" I suppose..." She watched as he heaved the machine off its stand and straddled it, fiddling with levers on the handlebars, none of which she had any idea about, positioned the kick-start and threw his weight on it ... and then. It was desire, it was this burning desire to get fucked. She had never let a man so much as stick a hand down her pants, but she had burst her own cherry with her fingers long ago. She clasped Mr. Hollinger’s desk, brushed all the bottled water off of it onto the floor. Climbing up onto it, she faced him, resting on her arms which outstretched onto the oak wood to prop her up. Her legs closed tight, she tried her damnedest to keep them closed, but her body relented, and soon Mr. Hollinger was.