“Dude, how many times do I have to explain, the ghost isn’t a hero, it murders people. Is it even human?” “Probably not, but it only murders bad guys and it saved those people from the clowns. What about the new guy that just popped up? The speedster? No idea what they’re calling him.” Just then Phil and Felippe walk in. “I don’t think the speedster can beat Nova, she’s practically invincible,” I argue. “What fuck are you guys going on about?” Felippe asks. “Just trying to knock Nova off Sam’s perfect pedestal,” Zak says. “Not this again,” Phil answers. “Who are you comparing her to this time?” Felippe asks. “The new speedster,” young Zak says. “Torque?” Felippe asks. “That’s what they're calling him? Lame…” I mutter. “I indian told you that was a lame name!” Phil says to Felippe. “What’s so lame about Torque?” Felippe asks. “I don’t think it’s lame, sounds kind of cool,” Zak adds. “Well, I got to get to work,” I mumble as I head out. After I get to the Janitorial station, I change into my work clothes. Once I fill up the mop bucket and grab the mop, I’m out the door, heading over to the math department. I start mopping the floor after I put up a wet floor sign. I make my way down the hall and I finally arrive at Professor Edward’s office. I stop for a sec and take time to look at her board. The equation she has on her board is a Bernoulli equation. I thought she said this was complex. It’s just y prime equals a of t multiplied by y plus f couple of t multiplied by y to the n. The only thing complicated about it is the y to the n. I look down the hall to see if anyone is around. I can’t get caught slacking off on the job. I grab the pen dangling on the chain and get to work on the problem. I change the variables with z equals y to 1 minus n. Using the chain rule, I work out the derivative of z with respect to y. Then I solve for y prime. I take the expression I’m left with and plug it back into the original outdoor equation. After I swap z back in, it’s now simplified down to a linear equation. Now I can easily solve it using integrating factors. After I finish, I quickly get back to work, looking around to make sure no one saw me. When 11 o’clock finally arrives, I’ve finished up my section and head back to put my things away. Not long after I’m in my bed passed out. Chapter 1 Sitting in math sex class the next day, I can’t help but notice Professor Edwards has her bright blonde hair undone. He looked at me like he wanted to kill me. It was understandable. Just spill all that futa cum in me!” "No, no it's okay, I mean… yes, yes I'll do it," I regretted every word of what I just said. I look around at the other guys. I wanna be the auntie-whore you crave and lust for the most baby. She outdoor peeked out the window and saw her two guards still standing outside in the backyard. She was about to devour her daughter. Zipping I fished my flaccid penis out then waited. And John's dick began coming back to life fairly quickly--much quicker than he thought that it would. She wasn’t repulsed when I rubbed her ass and pulled her against my cock. indian I wanted to continue this pace for eternity until she could take me in my entirety, but another problem arose. “Ooh, suck my husband's cock, slut,” groaned my wife. He couldn’t bear it any longer. He silently raised a can to me flashed me a thumbs-up when he saw me look over, and I chuckled. stretched pussy lips. Defeated she turned her back on Arthur and slowly removed her top, dropping it couple to the floor. “Fred, take us somewhere good to eat for lunch. She felt self-conscious about the way she looked until she saw Sherry and Kay. He stared at his translation. My mom continues to set up lunch until the doorbell rings. Perfect ass too. But then he thought about her pussy. Jenny shuddered and ground her hot muffin into my mouth and released a torrent of her sweet juice onto my face and tongue. The wet spot I found, smelled musky, yet delicious. So feel free young to use me any way you want”, she said sex as she winked fuck at me. Maybe the right opening would occur like it did with Mrs. Glover. “Tell me. Did you do something with Evan?” Whoops. “But you have to help us first.” She wasn't in here either. Pussy juices spilled down my thighs. Save for the occasional rustle of fabric; the room was whisper quiet and fully engaged. My mouth was open with drool hanging on my chin.