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“There’s no point in asking Donny, I’m pretty small sure there’s nothing he wouldn’t try once,” Jason adds. “You got me there.” He smiles widely. “Dude, you are fucked up in the head!” Jeremy says. “I’m not going near that dude… I mean come on, dressing up as a girl? Really?” “What!? It’s just sex… Besides, gangbang you can’t knock up a tranny…” Donny says. “He’s got a point…” Jason adds. “I mean, they don’t have a pussy… Obviously, that’s why I’d never have sex with one… Too addicted to the vagina.” “Hahaha, amen to that!” Finn goes to high five Jason. “I only fuck sloots!” After a few minutes of holding his hand in the air, Finn finally takes it back, looking around to see if anyone saw anal that. “I only fuck sluts, too!” Josh says, holding his fist up to pound it with Finn. “Shut up, Josh…” Finn mumbles as he looks away. Josh quickly pulls his hand back, looking embarrassed. “So what the fuck are we going to do about this tranny trying to get on our team!?” Finn asks. “Yeah, captain!?” Jeremy agrees, reflecting the question my way… “Who cares! Why are we even talking about this?” I slam my fist against the table. “Oh come on, you’re only pissed because you tried to fuck her before you found out she’s got a dick!” Finn shouts tight loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear. And of course, of all the people to pass our table at that moment in time, it had to be Nicole… The look of humiliation on her face made my stomach sink to the depths of my intestines. “Speak of the devil! There’s the tranny, right now!” Finn shouts loud enough for her to hear. “Dude! Shut the fuck up!” I shout at him. “Ooooh, someone’s mad… Maybe you’ve already been boning…” All I want to do right now is break Finn’s teeth in. “Tell me, Dave… Are you the pitcher or the catcher?” “Fuck you! I’m not a homo! There’s nothing going on between us, so shut fuck up! Or I’ll knock your teeth out!” Standing up, I’m ready to jump across the table at him. “Bring it, Marshall!” Finn says, standing up as well. They all know I hate being called that! The rest of the team all stand up, trying to get in between skinny us. “Don’t fucking call me that! I don’t go by that name anymore!” Ever since we moved I took on my mother’s maiden name, Peterson, but it’s wasn’t official when I moved so people still call me Marshall. I caught a glimpse of Nicole, eyes full of tears as she storms out tits of the cafeteria. My jeans are sliding down my legs, I lift my hips without even realizing it, and then they’re all the way off. “Yes!” I hissed, small thrusting two fingers into my pussy. Then he slid his hand to a gangbang place anal on her tummy where he could see a bruise forming and pressed slowly yet firmly on the bruise tits until he heard her groan. I reveled in her flavor while her silky pubic hair rubbed against my face. “Oh, Krysten, wonderful,” said Miss Danniell, the professor for my mythology class. Our contempt for your sponsors and future owners will be a private joke. ‘No, more…stretch me with your fingers.’ She instructed. Lick the head slut. Calmly she started recording what she felt would be the last days of her life. I turn and look at her and notice she was covered in her own cum from the skinny tentacle she was licking. Gilbert tight said, "they won't say rape.