Now I'm not a shy person but had nothing to say except to hand my head and reply, "Mom you have no idea what it's like for a guy my age. The girls in...school are mostly teases and even my teachers are no help. My geometry teacher Miss Phelps is always wearing nylons and garter belts..". The conversation went on like that for 45 minutes that seemed like hours. She asked me how many times I masturbated a day (usually three), what I thought of (you, mom, hoping without luck that my direct. I guess if I were going to choose one, I'd want "ineffective but harmless" somewhere in the ad.My parents wanted the cure though. Not for their sake. No. Of course not. For my sake. So I can be happy again (like it was ever picture postcard in my family) and be loved by God. Who, by the way, loves me anyhow. He just requires that I feel guilty about how he made me.You mentioned you had a writer friend who was a lesbian, BTW. Did she ever have to deal with the religion thing? Just wondering.So. “Hell, yeah!” Stacey agreed as her tits waved in my face.“Yep, you’ll be the new ancestor of all the Collins in the future ... they’ll trace back to you!” Steph licked my face before she started rimming her own daughter.“That he will ... the Costas-Collins dynasty has just begun!” Luna added before planting her booty right in my face.I couldn’t refuse that offer ... I began licking that culo like it was a butterscotch sundae or something like that. I tongued that bottom, ate that ass, and. ."Here!" I squeaked, kind of raising my hand and feeling kind of silly, so I put it back down."I see that," she said. "Uh ... Okay. Did you bring your note for yesterday?" Oh! Yeah," I nodded quickly, opening my purse as thirty kids watched me. Mom had written an excuse letter for the day previously when we'd been at the hospital with my dad."Well, bring it up here," Ms. Patterson told me, kind of smiling and I knew she just wanted to get me in front of the class.I got up slowly, smoothing my.