Me and the girls were trying to find Seaworld in O-town when my piece of shit Monte Carlo decided to break down in a dark residential area. We didn't know what was wrong because we're not mechanics, nor do we want to be, course we love tailpipes *grin* =). I got out of the car and the girls hesitantly followed. I went to a lavender two-story with loads of beautiful flowers in front. I figured it would be some female our age but who would answer the door but Mr. James Lansten Bass a.k.a. Lance Bass of Nsync.
"Hey Lancey Poo! Is this your girlfriend's house? It's marvelous." I said
"I hate when people call me that. No, it's mine and thank you." Lance
I explained our situation and he let us in. he let Angelina use the phone and Vicki gave me a sign to go do something with our Nsync-er buddy so I asked him to see the rest of his house. For a bit I thought it was Martha Stewart but my head snapped back to reality as we approached his bedroom. I pulled him on the bed and unzipped his pants. I pulled out his surprisingly normal length cock and began to stroke it. Yes, I'm a fast moving girl. I looked at his face for approval and if you've seen Forrest Gump well he made the look Forrest did when Jenny was touching him. One of pure terror and confusion. I decided to not move on for fear of traumatizing his little head and got off. I walked out of his room quickly as Lance sat on the bed and got the girls outta there. I told them the story as we got into the car and with our luck the car started up right away. We haven't been back there since and I'm sure Martha Stewart sued Lance but I don't know and I don't ever want to know anything about that situation. |
