Being so young, neither boy lasted long, my mouthfucker pumping his load down my throat with me obediently swallowing, while Mr Doggie pulled out and ...hot his incredibly-hot jism all over the back of my thighs."Good!" declared Seamus. "She's still usable." At that, he and his third friend lifted me up and carried me to a small table in the den. Laying me out on my back, the table was perfect for their purposes, with my legs dangling over one end, and my head dropping backwards over the other. This is the girl in charge of getting you out of bed every morning. It probably isn't the best idea to piss her off, or else you might find yourself waking up with a bucket of water being dumped on your face. And you don't even want to think about what she can do to your food."Oh, good morning!" she chimes back, not looking even the least bit offended. Either she was the most patient person in the world, or she'd completely forgotten she'd said anything. Knowing her, you guess it was most. "The man to his right looked at him, pushed his chips in, and said, "Call."I was last as it came around to me, and I looked up at the two guys and didn't think about it much before saying "Call," and flipping my two queens over.The mouths of the two fell open as they looked at the queens. One had a pair of aces and the other trip sixes. Both had fewer chips than I did, so they were out. The dealer raked their chips over to me as one of the other players asked, "Doctor Feeny, huh? Are you a PhD. When did you last have that chicken suit?"Gibby thought for several moments and mentioned that it had been almost a year. After some working back and forth, they got the date of the incident with the chicken salad iCarly bit. The teacher went to work on something on his computer and after several minutes, had a total "Ah ha!" moment before rushing back over to Gibby."Ok, I can see why everything is unravelling. I want to show you what happened in your timeline, and what's happened now. And I.