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Counsel My Ass!

Counsel My Wazoo!

Counsel My A-hole!

“Ivan, you can tell me anything,” guidance counselor Jenny Mason, 43, says to her scholar Ivan. “What you say here is confidential.”

“Well, Ms. Mason,” Ivan sputters. “I need to score some condoms from you. My cutie craves to go all the way. I heard you have condoms for free.”

“Sorry, Ivan, but I am all out of condoms,” Ms. Mason says. “You’re the tenth first-year student that’s come by this week. The school is supposed to get more next week.”

“I can not await untill next week,” Ivan protests. “What if my girlfriend changes her mind?”

“Well, there is always blowjob,” Ms. Mason suggests.

“I’m over blow jobs,” Ivan says. “I need smth new, but I don’t urge to knock her up.”

“Well, if it’s pregnancy u wanna stop, there is one way to have sex, but your girlfriend might not be ready for what I’m about to display you,” Ms. Mason says.

Display him?

“You see, Ivan, 1st you undress your gal friend and bow her over. You receive her chocolate hole admirable and succulent. Then u bow her over and whisper in her ear, ‘I’m intend to copulate u up the a-hole now.'”

Yeah, that is right, display him. Because in this guidance counselor’s office, nobody goes out into the world out of hands-on experience. Not to mention cock-in-the-guidance-counselor’s-ass experience.

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