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Resigning myself
To find pants with felt lining (maybe crushed velvet
That would be nice) rendering all my underwear
Useless.
I unzip and reintroduce my snake
To the wild (The wild being this Michelle Quan
Look alike kneeling on my coat in front of me)
I don’t talk or encourage her to talk to me
But as usual with a woman it is unavoidable
so she says to me “ooo Mr. Reilly you have been keeping
Secrets” I nod and give her the best “ Relax I respect you
Look” I can muster and…
COMMENCE THE FORCE-FEED! (Aye aye Captain commencing the force-feed)
Now Old whatever her name is was not expecting
The hard throat play,
And starts in with the noises and shaking of the hands
(another total fucking amateur)
Knowing the bell is about to ring
And this novice is about to quit
I start imagining my aunt Janet

SIDEBAR
(Yes that’s right all 260 pounds of her
Yes the aunt who has the dirty
Matted hair.

Wait a minute are you talking bout the same aunt
Who stunk your house out?

1 in the same, 1 in the same

Johnny you got to be kidding your house smelled like pussy for 2 fuking days!

No joking here my friend she flat out does it for me
When I was a kid she would sit and talk to me and back then she was sharp
Real class A broad you follow? Come into my grandparents living room kick her shoes off. The whole room would smell like her stockings and
For whatever reason it gave me wood. Id sit there smiling listening to her talk about this or that and the whole time she’s sliding 1 foot over the other rubbing them together arching her back. She knew I was rocked out and she loved it.

WOAH hold up, you fuck your aunt?

Did I say I fucked her, or that I am currently fucking her? No, all I said was that I thought of her while I was getting a blowjob but to answer your next question yes I want to fuck my aunt.

Yo let me get this straight you got Michelle Quan or a close version of her
On her knees sucking your dick and your thinking of your fat nasty aunt?

Basically yeah.

Man the more I get to know you the less I want to know you.)

Resuming where I left off.
Im imagining my aunt Janet
Down on her knees in a body stocking
And I start whispering her name “mmm aunt janet
oh god I have waited im a good boy”
Upon hearing all this “Ms. Quan” stops the noises
And all the shaking and allows me to …
EXPLODE
So after her gagging subsides I throw her
My handkerchief and watch as she mops up what was regurgitated.
I ask her what she expected from an apple eater such as myself
She says nothing. I guess still alittle shocked by the whole thing
So I tell her what you see in homeroom isn’t what you get on the 4th
Floor bathroom.
This wakes her up and with a tear rolling down her cheek she tells me “No shit”
The Bell rings and I retrieve my coat
And resume thinking about tracking down
A pair of felt lined pants, so I can eliminate
Having the need for underwear.
As for “Michelle” I assume she is
Still somewhere on the 4th floor