"Maybe he hairy's gonna try and blackmail some girl hairy pit into giving him head or wet something." Mike pondered. "When I asked him if he wet'd scored, he gave me that scary look and pit said 'not cunts yet.'"

"Whatever." Andrew muttered. Mike sat pondering this new development. He couldn't forget cunts seeing Kyle in the office giving Mr. DeBeau a bottle of Yoo-Hoo, and now Mr. DeBeau announcing wet that everyone would have a hairy pit bottle. He cunts was distracted cunts the rest of the morning.

"Either of wet you want my Yoo-Hoo?" he asked. "I have this problem hairy with real milk."

"Hey, either of you notice there's no hairy ingredients list wet on here?" Tim cunts asked wet.

"Hey, you're wethairycunts right." Andrew said. "No expiration date, either."

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Tim gently brushed his wethairycunts fingers across cunts Ms. Stone's wet hair as she sat mindlessly awaiting wet further instructions or questions. She looked so...helpless. It touched him hairy pit. He'd always had a crush on her, and now wethairycunts here she wethairycunts was, completely pit dependent on his guidance, her empty eyes seeing nothing until he gave her a command that required the use of wethairycunts her vision. He hairy pit caressed her relaxed face, wondering wethairycunts how old wet she was hairy pit. Twenty-five? Thirty? She couldn wet't possibly be older than forty, he wet guessed, though he wethairycunts realized hairy pit he didn't have to. "How old are you?" he asked.

"Have wet any children?"

"You two got that stuff figured out yet?" Mike asked from the doorway.

"Girls, you know wet I care for you, that I would give a great wet many things hairy for the ability to protect you. I just want you wet to know that from now on wethairycunts I'm cunts going to do my best pit with what I have. I don hairy pit't wet want any of cunts you to be jealous wethairycunts or anything wet, and especially not angry with me pit. Just let wet me wet guide you, and I'll protect images you to the best of wet my ability images." It hairy pit sounded silly, but they weren't complaining. He gave each of them a hairy pit kiss on the cheek. "You may or may not know how helpless you are right now, how easy it would be for wet me to just strip you naked and hairy bone your brains out hairy pit right wethairycunts now. Just know I have hairy more respect for you than that."

Tim wethairycunts snuggled with Ms hairy pit. Stone on wethairycunts the counselor's couch, his heart wrapped in the afterglow of the wet loss of his virginity, whispering soft endearments in his teacher's ear. They kept warm using the fire blanket he'd taken from pit the wet chemistry lab, and he wet pillowed his head cunts on her soft breast. He'd long dreamed of somthing like this, except in his wet dreams, she was willing, not mindless. Still hairy, he felt he was doing his part by keeping her away from mind-warping words from outside while her mind idled, her will and initiative blocked. Before he knew hairy it, he images had dozed hairy off.

"I just wet wish others had the cunts same restraint." Terisha hairy remarked cunts, glancing out the glass-and wethairycunts-metal door to cunts where Andrew and his cadre of devoted cheerleader wet love-slaves moved slowly through the halls like a blood clot through an artery.