When I was satisfied that she did a good job, I told her to stop. However, when I got back to my room, his bed was gone. All I cared about was learning what the hell happened to me, and where Vern was. I lied on Tracy’s bed contemplating how lucky I was. It was a struggle, and my abdomen radiated with pain. That’s when I had an idea. She threw the pen at me, and right before it reached me, it stopped in midair. I woke up several hours later, and the first thing I noticed was the TV playing in front of me. I was confused. Despite cumming, I was still hornier than I had ever been. I felt the hot air invade my nostrils, and I inhaled her farts like they were drugs. It started with him calling me “Shit eating Saunders.” In class, he would sneak up next to me and fart, then taunt me by saying, “Oh no Saunders!
