Those little pasta ‘O’ things in the sickly sweet tomato sauce with pretend cheese. Ravioli in a can, bread and butter, cheese, crackers, somethin... fast you don’t have to fuck with. Hell, I had even bought a can of Spam, add some bread and Mayonaise and still no human being can eat that. Yep, ate it. So I wandered out to breakfast, Eggs, Bacon, toast that wasn’t half done, even spuds shredded into those fine little pieces and all golden brown and crunchy on the outside.. I was halfway finished. Numb, I guess. Like when the whole class takes a test and you finish way early but the only thing you can do is sit there with your hands folded. I went through some stuff before, thinking how this week was a waste because everything we were doing was different from what I would be doing next week. There was never any sadness or anything like that. I've enjoyed talking to some of the people in classes of mine and even a couple of teachers but it's not like I'll miss them. If I really want to. Honey sagged against the pole, spent and punished, her little cockdribbling gratefully as the crowd applauded and cheered theirappreciation of the show, but the show was not quite over yet. Thewomenfolk released her from the pole and rubbed a balm into her softwhite flesh, soothing her wounds which were superficial. They smiledgleefully as she had been lain across a beam to allow access to her sweetcheeks; her hands were harnessed and her master, who was rampant, wastedno time on ceremony. . I don't remember exactly how many guys I ended up having that night, but it was a lot.One of the girls was a cute, short, cheer type. "I don't know how this works" she slurred as she entered. "I'm Jamie..." I whispered "I'm Kay" and slid her skirt and panties down and sucked her like there was no tomorrow. "Oh my gawd..." She never said anything different the whole time. She was my favorite of the whole experience. She had the most girlie little patch of fluff above an absolutely.