"FUCk YEa! Uh Uh Uh." One squirt, two squirt, rope after thick rope of nice and pearly white, feral spunk. (I miss being a teenager). They hit her har...d in the face, each squirt splashing off of her aroused skin, cum globules splattering me, the dash, and my seat. I even get the last of it in her hair, before she stops me, pulling away saying, "What the hell!" I Smile. Haha. She's upset, trying to pull it out now, but God-fucking-dammit! She sits upright again, her cheeks a cute pink, the left. I just didn’t understand and was having trouble with it. Mr. Haines who was standing at the back of the room approached me. ‘How are we doing over here, Vivian?’ I sighed out of frustration, ‘I’m just not getting this.’ He stood beside me and he looked down at the book. We were standing so close to one another. Between his sentences I could hear his breathing. I pointed out something in the book and he pointed to it also, accidentally brushing my left breast with his right arm. I looked at him.. I sighed in dejected fear.Like I said I'd been bio-modded in a Z-chamber before. To give myself more height, make myself fitter and more handsome, make my manhood larger, thicker and more sensitive and to give me pheromones to influence and arouse women, and put awe and fear in men. I’d tweaked my adrenal gland to make me more confident. I was an Adonis thanks to the Z-chamber. I looked down at my impressive man meat and mascular frame. I was an impressive specimen of manhood. But I’d never. “It’s been so fucking hard. We got beat up by a fucking teacher. And we’ve had nothing decent to eat. And we ain’t even had any fucking ciggies. Buggery’s a fucking awful country. No fucking disrespect meant. It being your fucking country and all. But it’s one fucking shitty, pissing awful place. There’s been fucking nothing to recommend it to fucking anyone.” “So you’re fugitives,” smiled Buttercup warmly as Tracey nervously walked towards her. “I’m a fugitive too, you know. From the Royal.