Well? Do you clean yourself with water or your own tongue?
Eww, gross! Water, definetly
You quickly and quietly flee for the bathroom. As you turn on the water, you happen to catch a glance of yourself in the mirror. You almost don't recognize yourself, with the facial and the cum-covered bib.
Disgusted with yourself, you quickly watch your face. Shit, but what about the bib? You could replace it, or maybe not wear it, but your mom would definitely notice.
So, you scrub off as much as you can, and decide to intentionally spill some juice on it to cover the stains.
That night at dinner, you sit in silence until your mom asks, "So, what did Davis want, John?"
Well? Do you tell the truth, or lie?
Tell Mom about the BJ, or lie?
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