A Different Sort of Cramming

"It was exasperating, she really did need to cram for her boards, but it was also exhilarating."

Textbooks and study notes showered down from the bouncing mattress of a venerable four-poster bed as a long, thick, column of rigid flesh kept up a steady rhythm of lust and need, surging back and forth past stretched, slightly irritated...

Mrs. Cartwright

"A young man's help is amply rewarded"

I’d always had a thing about Mrs. Cartwright. There was something sexual about her, but it was impossible for me to explain what exactly. I’d once tried telling some close mates about how she made me feel, but they just...