I'm always getting into pokemon battles and winning. Me. My Ralts. And I.
"Drake, honey. Please stop getting into shit at the school." Mom yelled
"Who's to stop me?!" I snapped back
"The superintendent of the academy."
Superintendent? Who is she talking about. Why in the fuck would Mrs. Janson be interested in what I do?
"Why would Mrs. Janson be interested in what I do?" I retort.
"Cause I see the bond you and Ralts share." A female voice said.
"Oh shit." I yelped, extremely startled.
"Watch your fucking language." Mom screamed at me.
The superintendent was a dark-skinned woman with white hair - I think that she dyed it - big tits, wearing a tuxedo for some reason, and an eyepatch.
"She stepped up to Drake and hugged him. His head between her breasts. Her soft skin gave him a boner, which she began grinding into, earning orgasmic breaths and mews of pleasure from her."
"Stay the fuck out of this, Morgan Freeman!"
"I'm not sure how you got in here, but get out!!!!!" My mom screeches.
Morgan leaves.
Damn, Morgan Freeman was in my house. But back to what is happening to me. My mom decided to intervene - thank god - and pull Mrs. Janson off of me. She wasn't too pleased with that. I was.
"Why did you do that?!" Mrs. Janson whined.
"I have the right to protect my son from rape."
"Well, you won't be able to stop me from getting what I want when he goes to summer school. To Camp Safari Zone!"