I don't know how to be agirl. I don't think 3 months of training will get me there." I'll train you on how to act like me! By the end of three months,...no onewill be able to tell the difference. I promise. By the way, I hate to dothis to you, but I'm willing to go so far as blackmail you into this." What are you talking about?" Lets just say that I know a certain cheerleader that likes you." Who?" I said excitedly."Trish."Wow, I thought. I've had a serious crush on Trish forever. She is themost. After a few minutes, he suddenly stopped and I let myself feel a brief moment of victory. I’d embarrassed him. Maybe he would honor his plan and let me go. “Hard to get, huh?” he smirked. He reached across me to the bedside table and pulled out a wand as long as his arm, and plugged it into the wall. “No, no, no, please!” He put his mouth back onto my clit and roughly shoved two fingers back inside of me. “That’s okay. I knew you liked it dirty.” He placed the want to my clit and. I sank down and he frowned at me. I fluttered my eyelashes at him and gave him a friendly and inviting smile. He finished writing on the board, something about cell reproduction. I liked the sound of reproduction. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. The blood rushed through my veins, boiling. As he started his lecture, I barely heard the words, the pounding rhythm of my heart drowning it out. My body blazed with heat. I spread my legs wide as he talked. He paused, his eyes falling on the gap. Her parents were happy to give her a false birth certificate and their permission and get rid her and her dozens of overheated boyfriends. Barbie actually had no idea whose baby she was carrying so when she lost it in the first trimester after taking on four warehouse men back in the storeroom. She shed no tears.Her overweight and hard-working husband died just before Christmas when he had been sweating twelve and fourteen-hour days and coming home to his wife's sexual demands eagerly even.