Counsel My Wazoo!

Counsel My Ass!

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, if it is gestation u wanna avoid, there is one way to have sex, but your girlfriend might not be willing for what I am about to reveal u,” Ms. Mason says.

Display him?

“You watch, Ivan, first you disrobe your goddess ally and bow her over. You receive her rectal hole precious and moist. Then you bow her over and whisper in her ear, ‘I’m going to copulate u up the ass now.'”

Yep, that’s right, unveil him. ‘cuz 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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