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“Alrighty then! The elections are next week. Other than you, three other people have applied. You have until after next week’s assembly to put up posters and do anything allure else you want to get your fellow students to vote for you. Then next week on Monday, you’ll have to give a speech at the assembly.” Oh boy. Speeches. This was going to be tight pussy fun… But if anything, I was a guy who saw things through. I told myself I would, and so I shall. But posters? That seemed… stupid. It seemed like a childish way to make the class listen, and certainly wouldn’t show any leadership qualities… At once, the idea came to me. I knew what I was going to do. When I got home, mom was still at the computer. She worked from home – an idea she had when I was 5 to avoid spending too much on babysitting. “Hello, sweetie!” She yelled across the house when she heard the door slam. “How was school?” I don’t know why, but I had a newfound confidence. With all of the confidence I knew I didn’t have before, I swaggered up to mom’s desk, leaned on it, and simply stated, “I’m trying tight out for student council.” Mom looked like she didn’t believe me for a second. “Really?” Was all she asked. I shrugged. “You wanted me to be more social. Does this work?” Mom gave me a smile that was half genuine, big half ‘You smart-ass.’ “Well done, Adam. I’m proud of you for doing this. You’ll be glad you did it too!” She then put her headphones back on, wordlessly telling me it was back to work for her. I flashed her a thumbs-up. In my head, all I was think in of was May. The next day, I went to school in a business casual shirt, and set up a single poster in the main hallway. ‘Adam Watson – Your Grade 9 Rep’ was what it said. I stood under it all times until classes were in session. Anyone who approached me in the hallway got a hearty handshake and a speech with more fake confidence than I knew I had. “Hi, I’m Adam Watson, and I’m running for a Student Council position this coming week. Tell me, have there been any school issues on your mind?” On tits the inside, I was terrified. And then he thrusts forward, filling my post-Reflex wetness with his hard foul prick. I was in my hotel room and bored.I thought I may as well do my laundry. Trying to find a way to outsmart a Goddess would only get all those she healed with her miracle—Aingeal, Nathalie, Zanyia, Kora—killed, living me to survive with the guilt. Her big fingers framed the brand on Khatira's ass, stroking the girl's smooth curves. One more Lightning flashed, and she got a brief glimpse of his rugged face and shuddered. My eyes jumped tight to the keys, to the car, and to Father's retreating back, around and round. They’re not going to understand.” She continues her pleasing assault by massaging her pussy tits walls backward and forward with her fingers; stroking Abby's insides and pleasuring her g-spot. and two more smaller streams on her tits and stomach. as we brought each other to another glorious orgasm. allure I felt the air of the room on my wet pussy for only a second before I felt lips lock onto my pussy. I groaned, desperation animating my pumping. “Ah, there’s no need for any of that tight pussy now,” Lord Remington smiled. Shirley asked. While she had spent her time up til this point questioning every decision she’d made that got her into this predicament, her body apparently had other ideas and was beginning to respond favourably.