" And?" I said."Well, that and Biology," she said. "Would that be too much to ask?" I gave her a look, and leaned back in my seat. I did indeed have a...winning hand here, and I was going to play it."I know I'm not giving us very much time, but..." she said."No, no, no problem; but if you're going to up the ante, so am I. Apart from homecoming tomorrow night. How about a date for a New Year's Eve too," I said. "I'd never get an invite to the parties without you. But with you..." She gave me a. Debbie is blunt, and she asked me how long me and Becki had been fuck friends. I said we’d just started. I found myself thinking I wanted to keep this secret, and here’s Becki blabbing to her friends. Becki went into detail about our last sexual adventure just a few weeks ago.“The only cock I see is when I take one of the dirty mags into the back room and break and masterbait.”“See, this is why I brought you over,” Becki whispered to me, “I want you to help her.”Debbie was a sweet gal, but I. Show him that you want Hoot’s Wild-Thang crammed up in you from behind.”“Just you wait, Ms. Mandy Crowder, your time’s coming and I’m gonna cram Hoot’s big cockhead right up your little virgin pussy until you howl like a dog.”“I’m ready if you ever get your pussy calmed down so we can get you fucked.”“Hit me with your MOJO Hoot! Just don’t bust that rubber in my pussy, I don’t need a littler of puppies.”“Here it comes, Sue Lynn the mother of all fuckings is about to slap your pussy silly.” Hoot. . Shit. Tim ... I got to call Samantha and tell her... I picked up the phone and dialed, but then Betty’s voice answered, and it took me a moment to realize I had called Suzi’s house instead of Tim’s.“Sorry, wrong number,” I said before quickly hanging up and carefully dialing the number again.“Hello?” Betty’s voice said again.“Shit, I did it again,” I said, breaking out into a sweat.“Joey? Is that you?” Betty asked.“Yes. I’m ... I’m trying to call Tim’s mom, but I keep dialing yours.”“Do you.