" Please take care of the house, the land, and my gun and knife collection make sure to clean the guns every Wednesday and clean them after every rang... session. Also I want you to remember everything that you grandma and I told you when we were raising you." Don't drink alcohol, don't smoke or chew tobacco don't have pre-marital sex, go to church every Sunday, say your prayers regularly, and last but not least if you meet a nice girl become friends with her with her first then ask her out on a. She watched as herfingers tapped out items to manufacture. Condoms, test strips, a yogapad.Fav. Her trainers were preparing her for ... Ragnacock. Armanageddon.Forty-eight condoms? A hundred test strips? Yeesh.Another day, another wtf.The monsters outside were not happy with camel's milk. They kept pullingat her blouse."I'm out of boob juice, guys. Give up. No, hey." She pushed away athorny tendril - a planter, from look of it. "Don't rip my uniformblouse." She wagged the bottle at the monster.. Everything else about being aboy was going to be fun, but this was the boy's responsibility. You don'tgo to school to have fun, you go because you have to. By signing, thiswas the final step, she was admitting to everyone that she was a boynamed Timmy and she was in the third grade and she would have to followall the rules. She couldn't run she had to sign and she did, she signedTimmy as she had done dozens of time while doing the real Timmy'shomework. This time when she got home the. The light above her seems to intensify, surging from the energy she casts. My hand grips, tightening around hard length. Her ice-blue gaze grips me, ferociously demanding my attention. She pushes her hips closer towards me as she slumps into her seat. I tip my nose towards her, sniffing whiffs of her dampness, her lust seeping from her puffed quim. She signals her approval of my actions with a crooked smile cracking across her flushed face. The sounds of moist fingers churning and probing.