This time, at least, she responded. She gave me a "…ugh" and rolled over. Then she mumbled something along the lines of "just homework tomorrow" and...I realized she was still obviously drunk. I crouched next to her and thought for a minute, with my hand still resting on her shoulder. When I thought about it, I realized had she drank almost an entire fifth of Jack Daniels. I was actually pretty impressed there wasn't any puke anywhere. One last time, just to get a real judge of how drunk she was. TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell crocodile?GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-LTEACHER: No, that's wrongGLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.(I Love this child)TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?DONALD: H I J K L M N O.TEACHER: What are you talking about?DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today. Kaylee giggled and said “Oh no, Mr. Tipton, I have to wear either a skirt or shorts that reach two inches below my ass. I did a quick change when I got home.” She gave him a little pose, thrusting out her tits, and putting her hand on her hip, and pushing her tight little ass out to the side, stretching the tight cutoffs to their limit. His eyes slowly scanned up and down her hot teen body, and he licked his lips involuntarily. Pouting a bit, she asked “You like?” When he told her how sexy she. He smelled so unique, like cologne and his own sweat, even down there. I could even smell the sweet tang of fabric softener of the denim. I rubbed my nose deep into him, feeling him get harder against the tip of my nose while he drove. "Fuck man, keep doing it. We're almost there," he growled, stroking my short hair with one hand. Another left hand turn and then a right turn and he slowed to a park, pushing my head up again. I was dazed as I looked around, but I quickly came to my senses and.