Gregory Nikiforovich walked the usual route. At fifty-five, I had to use every opportunity to walk in order to give the body at least some load. Moreover, the time of tests and sessions did not give the opportunity to play sports. The owner of a decent puz and flabby face is not really wanted. For what?

Glasses with thick glasses complemented his image of a professor hated by students. Chronic prostatitis pressed on the bladder, causing a burning desire to ease, and he quickened his pace. At this early time, there were almost no people on the streets, looking around, the professor turned into an alley and sat in a corner of the house next to the entrance. With his hands shaking with impatience, he unzipped his zipper, stuck out his wick, extricating it from the vegetation. Damn prostatitis, the professor closed his eyes, trying to relax and not think that someone from the tenants could go out into the yard.

A blissful smile appeared on the man’s face at the same time as a murmur.

The trill of an open intercom did not immediately reach the consciousness of the professing professor. The girl, who had gone out on the street, swayed a little and squinted at the light. Her hungover-wrinkled look set off only with long legs and a super mini skirt. Tight-fitting T-shirt showed the presence of a bra on the chest.

- Viper? - involuntarily broke out the nickname of the professor, for his prejudice and deuces, many did not like him.

Hearing the voice of his student, he shuddered, wet his hands and sprayed his trousers. And the jet immediately stopped, the internal valve shut off everything completely, leaving an incredibly unpleasant feeling of the incompleteness of the process. The professor turned away and said indignantly:

- Darling, how can you scare people!

- Oh, come on, he turned away, there is nothing to look at! Sam then saw him for a long time? From under the belly though you see the legs? - Sveta crossed her arms over her chest and walked closer with an imposing walk. High heels were not conducive to balance, stumbling, she clutched with both hands on the shoulders of the professor, who was a whole head below her.

- Svetlana Vladimirovna! What do you allow yourself? - Hiding a member in his pants, exclaimed the professor.

- Oh sorry. And you do not bring me to the institute? There are two courtyards to go. I have you taking credit for the first pair, it seems. - She said uncertainly, dousing the professor with a mixture of fume and perfume. - I seem to be drunk.

- What are you really! - Grigory Nikiforovich threw off her hands girl, and she almost fell, miraculously holding his balance.

“Okay, old goat.” I'll scream that you are raping me. - He again grabbed the man, now only with the other hand climbed over the belt, at the same time, in a hoarse voice, began to speak, gradually increasing the strength of her voice. - Nasiiiluyut! Force! Fucked and raped.

The forehead of the professor was covered with perspiration. Worse than the situation and can not come up. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

- Good good. I spend, do not yell. - Light immediately fell silent, pressed his index finger to his lips. - And pull your hand out of your pants, what a familiarity!

Sveta grabbed the man by the elbow and literally hung on it. The man looked around, hoping not to meet familiar teachers or students. When he reached the training building, he turned and walked around him from the rear. Finally, going to the door of his office, he opened it and went inside. Light was already in a semi-conscious state. It was obvious that she was sick and nausea drove up to her throat. Putting the girl on the sofa, Grigory Nikiforovich threw open the windows, letting in though the stifling, but still fresh air into the office. Having thrown a briefcase on the table, he began to look for a package. It was obvious that the girl's face hid in her palms, wailing “oh, shit, how fucking can I do. Now is vomit. “Now it really will pull the contents of the stomach to the floor.

Finding nothing suitable, the professor used a proven method, slipped a trash can under Svetlana's nose. This she immediately took advantage of. While the contents of the stomach tumbled out, the professor carefully held her hair.

When she finished, she lay down on the sofa and closed her eyes. While the professor ran to the toilet, exposing a bucket, the girl dozed off, lying on her side with her back to the aisle. Grigory Nikiforovich sweating from what happened, dizzy - it seems pressure. Throwing off his jacket, he found large spots of sweat in his armpits. Wiping sweat from his face with a handkerchief, he looked at the girl.

The girl's reputation was still the same, but her figure was excellent. The professor examined her half-bent legs, her feet, though slightly soiled, were beautiful. The skirt, now pulled up to the waist, exposed the elastic ass of the student. Thongs were lost between the buttocks.

Having put himself a little in order, Grigory Nikiforovich looked around, as if he wanted to make sure that there were no strangers, and he touched his fingers to the heel of the girl. She did not respond, being forgotten. The professor rubbed his hand in his hand, looked back, now ran his hand over the ankle, first barely touching it, and then swiping it with his whole palm, and took it away when it was on her thigh. Pulling his hand off, the professor again wiped off the sweat that had appeared, and stood hesitantly. Watching the student, she also lay on her side with bent legs.

Having corrected the glasses, having decided, the professor put his palm on the bare part of the buttocks. Excitement gave a sharp pain in the perineum. Bending over, the professor waited out the pain and relieved the excitement: “Tomorrow, to the doctor, tomorrow!”

Glancing at his watch, Grigory Nikiforovich realized that he had little time, just go to the doctor and then go to class. Wearing a jacket, the professor was about to leave, but stopped at the exit, looked back at the girl. He closed the door, went back to the chair, and sat down in front of him on his knees, gently pushing the girl’s buttocks apart, he brought his face closer and breathed in the aroma coming from her - the smell of unwashed body and sweat mixed with the subtle smell of ass. The professor even closed his eyes with pleasure, he shivered, the dull pain came again with excitement, but he did not stop. With an inept movement, he pulled off the fabric of her panties, eagerly catching every fold of the girl's anus, and licked it. He quickly got up, feeling the incessant pain and hurried to the toilet, pre-locking the office with a key.