Young Teen Experiences Intimate Fingering

Nestled in a fluffy mound of salt and peppered curly hair was the dean’s manhood, draped between his legs for anyone to see. A space journey to Mars where the team would prove that mankind could inhabit the planet and then set up domiciles for others to come and populate the new world. Hardy moaned and groaned at the same time. The fence wall itself was over six foot high and made of red brick. Hardy was not about to let that happen. The others would be returned to whatever government job their family was assigned to, marked as failures for life. “Come sit a little closer and talk to me.” The dean said. Hardy looked into the deans eyes and said, “Thankyou General Dustin sir. Grab your laptop and don’t be late for class.”
Hardy was so grateful; he thanked the dean, grabbed his briefcase and stood at attention to salute him.