ood there, bent over Mr. Stenerson’s desk with Mr. Studman

behiting ready to mount me.

“Hey, what the hell is going on here! What have you been doing to

my son?!” Dad yelled.

“Settle down, Mr. .” Mr. Stenerson stepped between

Dad and Mr. Studman. “Let me explain!”

“There isn’t anything to explain!” Dad yelled.

“Mr. , you spend a lot of moo send your son here,

and this is part of our curriculum. This school prides itself in giving

its students the kind of well-rounded education young men need in

today’s world. This is why we have an all-male faculty, so these young

men learn all aspean-to-man tact, in business, socially

and intimately,” Mr. Stenerson explained.

Dad peered over Mr. Stenerson’s shoulder and stole gla Mr.

Studman’s plump dick as he listeo the explanation. As I looked

at Dad’s crotch, a big bulge formed.

“Well, I … I guess yht, Mr. Stenerson. Sindy’s already

been taught to fuck, I guess there’s no reason to stop now,” Dad said.

“Go ahead, Mr. Studman. Show me what you’ve taught my son.”

Mr. Studman spit on his hard cock then rammed it to me. We fucked

and groaned and moaned.

“Well, my soo like it. Looks like he’s doing a fine job getting

fucked. So what’s the problem?” Dad asked.

“This is the problem,” Mr. Stenerson replied as he opened his

pants and whipped out his hard, beer--sized dick. “Your son ’t

hahis!”

“Whoa … shit, mister! A fug horse couldn’t hahat!” Dad

replied.

“But Andy o be able to if he is to be in my class this fall. We’ve