I stood before her in my boxer shorts, with a very large bulge in the front and waited for her next move. After a moment or two, her hands parted slig...tly and she peeked out from behind their protective guard. oh my God, Mr Hewitt! What are you doing? Please, put your clothes back on, and we wont say any more about this. It will be just our secret I smiled and slowly slipped my hands under the waistband of my shorts. As I started to slide them down, Lisa once again retreated behind the. I never thought that I’d be into you, but I find myself so fucking turned-on by you. Yes, I cussed! Yes, I’m still DJ, but I ... I’m tired of being a ‘good girl.’ I don’t want to be left out of the family fun or have anything separate the family into two camps. So, meet the new, freaky DJ. Yes, Jimmy and Fernando, that includes you. And Vicky, too. And Aunt Ginger if she proves open to it. No more prudish DJ. Those days are done, gone, over! So, folks, I don’t know if we’ll have separate. He stared at his locker, which he had yet to open. Did someone get stuffed into a locker? As in... his locker? How did somebody manage to open his locker, anyway? The youngster immediately knocked on his locker and asked, "Hey! Is someone in there?" Depends! Who's asking?" A voice called back."Hold on, I'll get you out," Thirteen replied as he hurriedly unlocked his locker and pulled it open. Once he did, he found himself staring at the metal back of his locker. There was no one in. The promise of a shower was an effective carrot on a stick.I don’t know how many liters I’ve drunk, enough to get a sloshing piss belly. The streams from the water guns hurt the back of my throat when they hit at full pressure. I gag whenever my tongue gets submerged in the bitter, acidic brew, gag when a jet punches my uvula like a speedbag, gag whenever I force myself to swallow a mouthful. But I haven’t thrown up yet. The truth is, I don’t trust the bucket our cheering overlords provided for.