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I guess a better example would have been history classes, and bless Mr. Anton’s heart, he certainly tried to make history interesting. Spanish and geography classes were two great examples of things I tried to block out of my mind for incredibly different reasons. When it came to Spanish classes… I felt a weird sense of vulnerability. Before high school I never really got anything below a 70, and now, I just wanted to pretend Spanish class didn’t exist. Even though my parents were decently accepting of it, I didn’t even like looking them in the eye when they brought it up. I was glad that it would be over soon. On the other side sat geography class, where the one who didn’t dare look people in the eye was the teacher, of all people. Mr. MacDonald was a good actor, I’ll give him that – there was barely any difference to his attitude after he got caught, unless he was speaking to me. He got quieter and would look down at the floor more often, and every time I couldn’t help but look at Megan, who got uncomfortable and looked at the floor herself. I really needed to stop doing that. If not for Megan’s sake, to make sure no one suspected anything. For all the class knew, we had a threesome and I was the only one that was proud straight of it or something. I shudder to think. It was a testament to my personal growth to have seen where I was at this point of the year. A crowded gym, the day of the Student Council election. I was the only junior on stage, and apparently the only junior in the history of Hazelwood to be on this redhead stage twice in my first year, and yet, I wasn’t nearly as nervous the second time. I could Fucking have said that I had gotten a better grip on my anxiety, but I knew too well that the true reason I was faring better this time was sitting right next to me. “This is boring.” Nicole dryly complained as she stretched, students filing into the gym, waiting Hardcore for Mr. Scott to make an appearance. “How’re you holding up? Gonna start crying again?” “Fuck off.” I retaliated as she grinned. “So, what happens if you get in but the other guy gets in for VP? Who’s even running this year anyway?” I looked around me, hoping the other chairs would offer some explanation. Nicole shook her head. “Not how it works. If I get in, you’re blowjob in. Whoever the president picks as VP runs with them.” “Oh, cool.” I mumbled, mostly to myself. “So it’s like an actual presidential race.” “Kinda, except it’s about two years shorter, doesn’t use attack ads and the Canadians haven’t found a way to butcher it yet.” I had no clue how the Canadians handled politics. Frankly, it took her saying this to remind me they knew what politics were. “So who’s the VP running against me?” I knew Jeff Swanson, the ‘current president,’ was running against Nicole, but even though it was a little late, it may have been wise to have some working knowledge of the competition. “Matt Schneider.” Nicole absent-mindedly, looking at her nails. As soon as she felt my gaze fixate on her, she looked back at me and gave me an all-too-innocent smile. “Play nice.” My head went back to look around, eventually finding Matt. He was sitting next to Jeff, drumming on his thighs in anticipation. I was thinking about talking to Nena that day but straight she redhead beat me to it. “This is incredible,” I groaned, flicking through the list, the memories flying by. Now, I’ll get a warm washcloth and clean you up.” 'But still, what is the limit' he said. The time flew by, minutes felt like blowjob seconds and orgasm after orgasm stroke her young body, shaking her, leaving her mind in a drifting state. Everyone seemed all hyped up as if adrenaline was pumped into everyone. Casey looks absolutely gorgeous dressed up in girls clothing. Every Fucking stroke, every suck, brought me closer and closer to cumming. “Krysten,” I groaned, pleasure spilling down my cock to my pussy. “Ooh, fuck Hardcore her hard, Daddy. Roger had been physically abusive to not only a couple of his girlfriends before but also to his two ex wives. There is only a 10% chance of the baby being your husband.