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Friday, June 17, 2016

[SS-151] Humanities Project



[HUMANITIES PROJECT]

Prof. Teves entered the restroom and was surprised to see his student standing outside the cubicles.

"Mr. Plucker! What are you doing here?! You shouldn' be here! This is the faculty comfort room!" he exclaiked.

Plucker faced him and smirked, "hey, Sir... About our final project in your Humanities class--"

"I told you, Mr. Plucker. You are way past deadline. I cannot accept late projects. You failed!" Prof. Teves retorted.

"I'm really sorry... but I believe, you'll reconsider when you see the art masterpiece that I made!" Plucker asserted.

"I have no time for your stupid masterpiece!" the professor growled.

"Oh. No need to go far. It's right here!" Then Plucker dropped his pants and started unzipping his varsity jacket.

"Heyyyyyy!" Prof. Teves shouted, "what are you... hmm... wow."

The professor's eyes widened when he saw the college sophomore's torso. It was built and muscular.

The student scratched his head, "sorry. I needed an extra week to sculpt my body better. So, there's my artwork for you."

Prof. Teves walked near the man. "May I touch your perfect body?

Plucker smirked, "yeah. But uhm... isn't your wife around?"

"She has class," he said mindlessly he reached out to the man's pectorals and kneaded it.

"My sculpture will shine better with saliva," Plucker suggested.

The boy crazed straight professor brought his tongue to the student's body and etched his tongue on the ridges of the man's abs.

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