All we asked for this rotation of spunking in teen twat were straight A’s on our report cards. Faith was getting to her feet, her hot Irish blood flowing at her friend being insulted; but Vice Principal Gordon shot her a look that would freeze a bullet in mid flight. Pornhat Stupid boys just had to brag didn’t they, at least that has always been my suspicion between now and then. We staggered our way back to my home having already planned on crashing there anyways. We collapsed on the couch and I poked at Momma with my foot to wake her up. Drool was pooling down my chin and dripping onto the floor, it was so bad I had not dribbling out of my nose.
