Agatha started sputtering with her face turning red by the second, and walked away to sit down on her seat and then laid her head on her table. Sure, I deserved that title too. XXNX My long masturbating sessions during my early years had perfected the skills of my fingers and had made them, what we doctors term as, muscle-memories. Lindsay gave a knowing grin, got into her normal position and pulled me down back to my seat. “You… you…” Prof. Some boys… though… looked at me like I was a goddess, as I stood proudly from my place and was glowering at the Professor Agatha –a woman of mid-fifties with fake-blonde hair and loads of make-up, and a sagging body which wasn’t hidden and was made repulsive by the revealing ‘sexy’ turtleneck and pencil tight skirts. But, she never found the right man.
