"I'll cum inside you this time if you finally admit that you were the one who told Mrs. Holiday back in the fifth grade that I cheated on that Math te...t," he said to her earlier that day, just before third hour.She had been grunting and groaning beneath the large, fat asshole at the time and said, "Yes, y-yes, it was me, it was me..." Good," he replied as he pounded himself even harder into her cunt. "But you also have to admit you love getting fucked like this ... admit it!" Yes!" she'd cried,. Kind of like all those mind control stories on the net. I figure having sex with a controlled girl would be a lot like masturbation.Then there's Heaven with it's streets paved with gold. I mean, after the first hundred years, would you really care what the streets are paved with? Hell, after the first hundred minutes.Reincarnation could be cool unless I came back as a cockroach or a maggot or something.I read somewhere that the stars are all people who died, but I'm not sure a couple million. Kurz darauf nahm er mich wieder, diesmal auf der Chaise longue in seinem Arbeitszimmer. Die Paarung dauerte nun deutlich länger, ich kam mehrmals zum Höhepunkt. Er verstand es wesentlich besser mit seiner Nudel Frauen zu beglücken als mein Verlobter und seine Ausdauer war enorm. Er pflügte an diesem Tag noch vier Mal meinen Garten und pflanzte immer eine große Menge seines potenten Samens in meine fruchtbare Erde. Der Liebessaft war wesentlich pappiger als der von meinem Verlobten, der war mir. Spalding had been acutely unhappy about this, but he’d gone through with it, and miraculously, Whitney, though repelled by the humiliated Spalding, had said nothing to the kids at school. It had been a miracle!And Spalding knew Mother and Dad loved him dearly. When he received the National Merit Scholarship, which came with a full tuition-free ride at Buttermilk State University, Spalding had taken it, and that meant, of course, continuing his chastity plan, since he was going to live at.