A few minutes later, Randy received the message that his e-mail had bounced, and there was no valid e-mail account of the name he entered. Gary cried out in frustration, and made a mental note to get Anna’s correct e-mail address before the next class. He sat, and idly considered who else he might try the program on. There were a lot of possibilities. He thought of all of the girls he had in his different classes, and at work. He wondered how he would go about getting their e-mail addresses. And then he knew where to begin.
Ms. Nancy Carter, his computer programming and systems professor. She’d required everyone in the class to have an e-mail account, and had given hers on all assignments she’d given out so far. Randy would start with her. Ms. Carter was a Milf if ever there was one. She was a blonde, her hair straight, and parted in the middle, falling down to her shoulders. She was a small, athletic woman, a tennis player as he recalled. She was perhaps five foot four or so, but she had a nice rack, Randy guessed her to be a 36c at least. .He found himself watching her as she walked down the hallway to her office, dressed in the dark skirt and matching jacket with three inch pumps, and a string of pearls around her neck.
She was friendly, and had a good sense of humor. Randy enjoyed her class and hoped to enjoy her now. Repeating the process he’d tried unsuccessfully with Anna, he sent the e-mail to Professor Carter, and waited to see if was received. Then the fun would start, he was already imagining Ms. Carter’s legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded his manhood into her steaming sex.
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