What would the Megan I knew back in September say to you if she could see you now? Skipping classes, having intercourse with strangers at parties…” Riding teachers, I thought with an invisible smirk. Megan shifted uncomfortably as she stood, not caring to answer. However, that didn’t stop me. “Well, hentai the old Megan sure wouldn’t say much, seeing how shy she was. Yet this Megan isn’t. Is that really a bad thing? Think about it. What if this is just a natural part of her-” “Oh for fuck’s sake, shut up.” Matt interrupted. “Why do you always feel the need to give these condescending speeches to everyone you think is wrong?” Because it was practically how I was raised this year, I grumpily thought to myself. “‘Natural’? Are you insane? This is stupidly unhealthy. You’re fucking turning my sister into a slut.” he continued. “I’m not that.” Megan spoke up. “Fucking really? How many guys have you slept with then? When do I get to call you a slut? ‘Well if you’re offering’ I said letting the sentence hang in the air, smiling. Maybe the odd puff of a cigarette if you’re playing a naughty schoolgirl or the odd tequila or two. “Good, worship me,” I commanded. I took a moment to gaze from the window at the army that was amassing outside Bentius. Graham roughly tugged hentai the coat further down Doris's arms, effectively trapping her in it. A few minutes later, he emerges from the kitchen. It… it was right?” “Thanks baby.” He answered between breaths as he felt his balls start to tighten; building toward a gigantic burst of orgasmic fluids. As soon as she did, she realized she was sitting in something wet and gooey, her own waste. I laughed at her wording and cleaned myself up.