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FUCKING PROFESSOR GIVEN
Date: 2/22/2016, Categories: Fiction, Author: cyrano, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com
FUCKING PROFFESOR GIVEN I could hear them even before I turned my key in the lock. Those cackling hens were in my house again. Lately, it seems as if every time I look up these bitches have their feet under my table. When I entered the dining room, I could tell they'd been talking shit about me - again, their heads turning away in embarrassment. I was really beginning to resent everything about these pretentious skirts; they way they worked quotes from literature - which they assumed I haven't read - into conversations; their manhating diatribes every time one of them got dumped; especially the way they addressed each other by titles - professor this, doctor that. According to my wife - professor Thomas - it was a necessary sign of respect. Well, considering the fact that I built this house, I ought to be entitled to some damn respect too. "Hey Earl," said professor Given, giggling and turning beet red. Yeah, they'd been talking about me. That's Mr. Earl to you, bitch. "Hey yourself, professor." I was feeling conflicted. I couldn't stand this bitch but I wanted to fuck her in the worst way. "Your dinner is in the oven, honey," my wife said. She, also, had the guilty look of someone who'd been telling tales out school. "I'll eat later. I have some work to finish first. Good evening, ladies," I said on my way to my study. The only work I had to finish was the work on my dick. Another boner raising image of prof Given flashed into my brain: she's waddling onto my patio, her ...