Her parents were hardcore Christians, so to learn Mrs. Armstrong was a closet lesbian, or at least bi, was shocking.We massaged her. Devoured her. Fuc...ed her with strap-ons. Mrs. Armstrong loved it and still rejected her daughter. She must be full of such hate and self-loathing to turn on her daughter. To try and destroy our massage parlor after we gave her such bliss.“It’s going to be fine, Zoey,” Mom said, her bleached-blonde hair sweeping around her shoulders. “Okay. Your brother’s plan will. She actually got a kick being such a tease towards them. However, she did feel a bit uncomfortable when women would look at her with those same sex-hungry eyes as the men.'What a bunch of lesbian weirdoes, ' she would think of those women. 'Why don't they find themselves a guy to screw with?'She has been on this exercise kick for about four months now, and it was now a very normal routine to her. She was looking forward to her morning jogs now, her tits bouncing in the tight-fitting top.Though. I REALLY Lived... It was almost more than my mind could take. The world simply exploded, and then it disappeared. In less time than it takes to blink, the blizzard was history and I was standing where the diner had once been, watching everything happen at once.People screamed and cried. The walls and ceiling cracked and then vanished. Sunlight so bright I thought it would blind me replaced the darkness, shining far too brightly into people’s hearts and minds.Those with the most to regret seemed. ’ ‘Well,’ she smoothly reached under the table and grabbed my penis, it was erect in milliseconds, ‘every year, the school carefully chooses one boy to undergo a 2 week course.’ I stared at her wide eyed and starstruck as she churned my cock through my trousers. ‘In this course, you will fuck a teacher on each night, until the grand finale.’ ‘What’s the catch?’ I was proud of myself for making such a smart witted comment. ‘Firstly, you must keep this a secret, especially from other students.’.