Spring has sprung in NYC and I find big Jim and the twins a bit more excited and "spring"like then during the Winter month doldrums...
I'm sure the warmer climate has as much to do with it as the opposite ,adorable sex wearing less and less clothing.
A welcome sight indeed for any red blooded man and VonRyan is cetainly no exception!
I recall a senior year high school day of yesteryear(just over 25 years past) when Mrs. Randall, my English teacher, had the class read poetry. Now, Mrs Randall, on that particular day was a bit different than normal. She was plain and unassuming but that day she was anything but. Her skirt was shorter than normal and her blouse was frilly, silkier and more revealing than any other day,I could recall.Her shapely breasts were tight against the cloth,her nipple impressions very evident Her blue eyes were brighter, perhaps accentuated by some additional make up, her lips also slightly glossed...again...not her usual style.Her sandy blond hair was just right...shiny and flowing as the light breeze from the opened window would toss it so very slightly. What was incredible was that I noticed the differences and could not keep my eyes off Mrs. Randall and her every move.I was in a lustfull trance on this 17 year, my senior hottie of a "teach"...
"Von Ryan....your turn to read....VONNN RYANNNN.....
I caught myself and fuddled with the pages of my book as I stood up to read Shelley with the biggest raging hard-on this side of the Atlantic.....
Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
BOOIIINNNNGGGGG!
to be continued.....
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high school was dropping pencils on the floor so we could lean down to pick them up, and in the process try to catch a beaver of Mrs. Lammi, who was sitting at the front table.
Turk,she could raise the dead that day!
Cheers!
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then some creep invented panty hose and ruined everything. What's the point of standing at the bottom of the stairwell during class change now?
Kenneth Welsh did a great job with just the last few lines of this poem in one of the last few "Twin Peaks" episodes as his character, Windham Earl.
No surprise that David Lynch would mix Shelley with an insane criminal murderer.
only the one who put the rise in my Levis was another student.She is now somewhat Famous and lives out there in Calif . so I wont use her name. She was a model allready in High school and loved to tease the guys. She went on to play some big roles in movies and a regular on a long running TV show based on Texas City We had a couple of classes together and she sat right in front of me.I can remember more than one time when she would come in and wink at me before she sat down oh so slow. Often she would turn in her seat to lean over showing me her ample cleavage and ask some silly question to see if I could consentrate long enough to get out an answere. Seems that I would often get called on at just that moment to stand up in front of class and read or something like that. She would allways giggle when she saw that I had to carry my notebook in front of me to hide A major woody.
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Baddabing!
maybe erase the blackboard.
His pecker probably never got plucked to please the promiscuous Teacher,Ms. Randall.
Ain't that right, VonRyan?
After he read Shelley it most likely went like this:
Mrs. Randall reminded her class of the next day's exam.
"Now class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury or illness, or a death in your immediate family - but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever."
VonRyan raises his hand and asks, "What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?"
The entire class does its best to stifle their laughter and snickering. When silence is restored, Mrs. Randall smiles sympathetically at VR, shakes her head, and sweetly says,
"Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand,VonRyan."
Tally-Ho!
Let me get right to the point and spare everyone the juicy details...
(maybe I should write a 25 year old review...afterall
there was "extra credit" involved,lol)
I sharpened Mrs. Randalls pencils alright!...and the blackboard routine...and than... I boinked the Sh*t out of her in the coat closet.
Cheers!