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“The arc of the apex angle of an isosceles triangle is equal to one hundred eighty degrees minus the sum…”
It was all a crock of shit as far as Doug Anderson was concerned. He looked down at the rip-roaring hard-on the chick sitting directly across the aisle had raised on him. His hard cock throbbed violently between his legs, straining against the material of his tight Levi’s until he thought his zipper might tear open.
Concentrating on geometry with a hot bitch, like that blonde within eyeshot was out of the question. Old man Wentzler could take his geometry bullshit and shove it all the way up his fat ass as far as Doug cared. The only triangle that occupied his horny mind at the moment was the one of curly hair that grew around the chick’s cunt.
It wasn’t the first time this particular blonde had raised a zipper-ripper on him in class. In fact it was becoming a daily occurrence, not that Doug had any objections to a little sexual arousal. His dick could stay as stiff as a board all day and all night, just as long as he had a nice warm pussy to sink it into whenever he felt the urge.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.