“Don’t cry. We’ll get a new cat in the morning...”“My girl, Ginger, is going to die of syphilis” mumbles an angry biker to one of his budd...ies. “No” says the friend “people don’t die of syphilis anymore”. The angry biker replies “They do when they give it to me!”It was the first day of school. As the principal made his rounds, he heard a terrible commotion coming from one of the classrooms. He rushed in and spotted one boy, taller than the others, who seemed to be making the most noise. He. Supposedly releasing the conditioning clues for this 'sexualpolarity' spell. Then so rudely pushing his arrogant fingers inside,'her' pretty little hole, as this tidal wave of pleasure ripplesacross the entire spine. "I don't like to see you getting high with other boys." 'Teen Mosessays in this scolding tone. And 'she' was humping to his every word.Not understanding all he meant, but enjoying those fingers of fate,and hearing: "You're too cute and innocent as a girl - to be getting stoned. The only thing I could do was going downstairs back to Cindy and Stella and get another room key. But I'm completely naked, what am I supposed to ware. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I froze in terror not knowing what I should do, and to embarrassed to say anything, there was then another knock and then a voice saying that she had a key and was going to come in 2 min weather I was ready or not. In a panic I quickly grabbed cloths that to me at the time looked as close to unisex as. My whole being was awash in a decadent craving that I had never experienced before. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire as I clung to my son and kissed him with a voracity that left me week. I could feel the heat emanating from between my legs as my juices began to flow, quickly flooding my crotch.Tim’s hands were sweeping up and down my back as he ground his throbbing erection against my lower stomach. His hands slid down my back, inside my panties and came to rest on my ass. His fingers.