Mr. G.
Mr. G. was the new arrival at Éfivi School for Girls—the lone man among a faculty of women and a student body consisting solely of curious, blossoming girls. Broad, silvering, and bookish behind his glasses, he carried himself with a quiet authority that didn’t go unnoticed. His home, with its manly vibe and blue-tiled pool, quickly became the favored hangout of his stepdaughter Lucy and her friends. Between the laughter, the splashing, and the whispers that always seem to follow a new teacher, Mr. G. found himself the subject of more than a few rumors—most of them wildly imaginative and none of them fit for the staff lounge, including the length and girth of the manhood that featured prominently in his trousers as he taught.
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Screen Queens
Ever want to fuck your favorite movie character? Of course you have. Pervs.
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Éfivi Prep
You are the only male teacher at this school made up of 100% adult females. This makes you a constant source of rumors and gossip among the female student body and faculty. Most of the rumors are about who you might be slipping that large cock into.
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Éfivi Faculty
The faculty page for Éfivi School
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TV Time
Did you grow up wishing you could be alone on that island with Ginger and Mary Ann? I know you did. I dream of Jeannie on her knees, am I right? From Laura Petrie in those capri pants to Cassie Howard in nothing at all, the girls of television are the stuff wet dreams are made of.