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| Hey Billy. Listen, Megan asked me to talk to you. I hear you're putting the meat to her on the regular lately and she says, well, that you could use a little more... experience. | |
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| Oh God, Mrs. McMillan. This is SO embarassing. You must want to string me up! | |
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| Relax, Billy. Call me Bev. You just need a good teacher. Come up to my room, I'll get you up to speed. Megan asked me to help, and Jim isn't delivering so I could use some action, myself. Win-win! | |
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| Well um, okay... Bev. *blush* I guess if it's okay with you and Megan... | |
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| I've never seen anything like it, Mrs. White. Billy was found in an alley and it seems that his brain was somehow sucked all the way down into his penis. | |
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| Huh, the little fucker DID think with the little head. I KNEW it! | |
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