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"I want toys!"
"Toys?"
"Ummm, yeah. Like... um... special sexy toys that, like, make me feel super-sexy. Like special dildos an' stuff and ... I dunno...."
MJ pouted.
"Hard to think," she said.
Of course, she wasn't famous for her intelligence.
"And, um, could you, like, make some girls into my groupies?"
"I thought you already had groupies." Franklin smiled.
"Uh-huh, but I want some girls in particular. Felicia Hardy an' Betty Brant and, like, jerks like those. Want them to know, like, who's the bestest girl."
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"Ms. Munroe, could I come in and talk to you?"
Storm bit her lip, almost creaming on the spot! That student was such a cute little stud, almost as cute as Franklin.
She bet he was a virgin; she bet he'd never been with a girl. He was so nervous, all that repressed pent-up delicious boy juice.
It was her job as a teacher to make certain that he learned right.
"Come in, dear, " Storm said huskily.
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