as it slipped out
of my ass. Then he shoved a couple fingers up Mr. Stenerson’s hairy
butt. My future algebra teacher roared as he dumped his hot load up
my fug shit hole. He collapsed on top of me, crushih
his beefy frame as I strained against the cold desk top.
Finally, Dad rolled Mr. Stenerson off of me, yanked my trousers
back up, and buckled his own pants.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Stenerson,” Dad smiled as we exited the office.
“My son will be well prepared for your class this fall.”