Porn Forum: CLUB STRAWBERRY mean come on, I had a reputation at school. I was a jock, not a bookworm. I couldn't simply answer her questions in front of my peers, with out facing ridicule in front of them later... could I? So I made jokes. Disrupted class. And was your basic stereotypical jock asshole.
And that was all that Ms. Wells needed.
Now I lived in a middle upper class neighborhood, and I had absolutely NO idea that Ms Wells lived 6 or 7 houses down from me.
So imagine my shock when on a Saturday afternoon while out raking the yard, Ms. Wells turns into my driveway.
"Chris, are you parents home?" She asked, as she cut the engine and stepped from her car.
"Uhhh... yes mam," I manage to stammer out.
