. peppermint fucking tea! What the fuck... Who the fuck are you? Where am I? And what the fuck has happened to my clothes, you dirty old bastard?"I wa... taken aback, my friend, taken aback to an extent that I could not even summon a simple silence charm, nor yet a Spell of Remembering, so I had to explain. Verbally. Truly, these are degenerate times, when one such as I must explain to a mere chit of a girl."You were being attacked," I said. "I - err - saw off your attackers, but you had fainted,. And this occasion, I thought, might be the most special of all. My shirt went on top of the pants on a chair, to be worn in the morning, and I slipped on a T shirt that proclaimed ‘God is great, and I’m not bad!’ I came out and sat down, to be greeted with a very serious kiss. When we came up for air Jan was sitting crosswise on my lap, although I had no recollection of how she got there. Her arms were around my neck and angling down my back, and you couldn’t have wiggled a putty knife between. Apparently you had never been good at history either. It wouldseem that you must of..." he explained, explaining the evidence."But how could I have," I quietly protested, "How could I have knownthe questions? Or the essay prompt for that matter?" That's what we're here to find out, now isn't it?" he stated firmly.I was beginning to feel that I couldn't talk my way out of this one. Iwas screwed, period. I saw this and just started to cry."Now now, Ms. Taylor, your tears aren't going to get you. I bought her as soon as I saw her box in a nearby sexshop.She had huge suckable tits with nipples, she was taller than the Sex Teen and her shape was more refined. She was better in every possible way. I discovered the titfuck with her. When I couldn't pick up girls at parties, I used to blow her up and fuck until I pass out. I also played dress-up with her. I even pasted the picture of a girl I used to love on her head and fuck till I was disgusted. That helped me forget and move on. I was so.