shaman king kanna

“Feels better than you expected, doesn't it?” I grinned. “That was his knot going in. I bet you're feeling it swelling in you right now, aren't you?”“Uh hunh!” she nodded, breathing rapidly.

Towards the middle of the semester, Mrs. B. devised an assignment where we had to act out a soliloquy from any Shakespeare play. I chose Marc Antony’s “Friends, Romans, Countrymen” speech from Julius Caesar. As we had to be in costume for extra credit, I brought a flat sheet to school to fashion into a toga of sorts. There was a supply closet in the front of the room where people could change. Boys would pretend to peek in the closet when girls were changing. There wasn’t much to see for the most part, as girls might throw a long night gown over their clothes to play Juliet. The door locked on the outside when closed completely, so the few kids with major changes could do so with some privacy.

Ohmigawd!~ I'm like, so totes frustrated right now I could just like, suck some guy's cock!~ I'm supposed to suck dick, not like, protect the law and stuff!~Whay the fuck~Like, ohmigawd! What did you totally, like, do to me?! I look like a totes dumb bimbo! Not to, like, mention these totally huge jugs and how, like, my outfit totally turned totes slutty and stuff! And I, like, can’t stop speaking like a, like, dumb bimbo airhead?! Please, like, turn me back and stuff~!