Counsel My Ass!

Counsel My Butt!

Counsel My Butt!

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

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

“Sorry, Ivan, but I’m all with out condoms,” Ms. Mason says. “You’re the tenth pupil that is come by this week. The school is supposed to get more next week.”

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

“Well, there’s always oral sex,” Ms. Mason suggests.

“I’m over blow jobs,” Ivan says. “I need something new, but I do not urge to knock her up.”

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

Display him?

“You see, Ivan, 1st you disrobe your hotty friend and bow her over. U get her chocolate hole priceless and luscious. Then you bow her over and whisper in her ear, ‘I’m intend to copulate you up the wazoo now.'”

Yeah, that’s right, display him. Cuz in this guidance counselor’s office, nobody goes out into the world without hands-on experience. Not to mention cock-in-the-guidance-counselor’s-ass experience.

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