If I were 18 again I would go ahead and fuck Mrs. Taylor(middle school math teacher at the time). I was out late one night and stopped at the local gas station before heading home....Mrs. Taylor was coming out of the convenience store plastered as hell. She started talking to me as I was filling up with gas, I was asking if she was ok to drive and if she needed help getting home(I was actually concerned and being sincere). She says she will be fine to get home, but if I was worried enough I could come and check on her in an hour or so, because her husband was gone for the week on a business trip.
never occurred to me till about 2 days later that " I could come and check on her in an hour or so" was probably an invitation for some poon action. when it finally hit me i felt like i just lost my winning lottery ticket.
never occurred to me till about 2 days later that " I could come and check on her in an hour or so" was probably an invitation for some poon action. when it finally hit me i felt like i just lost my winning lottery ticket.

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