Scooby Doo Porn Story: Our Own British Comedy – Chapter 1
“Our Own British Comedy” by Erin
Velma, hey Velms.
The girl felt a nudge to her shoulder as she came to. Hungry?
Blinking through
smudged glasses, Velma saw Shaggy with two baskets of steak fingers
with fries and two cokes Oh. She realized the brick wall
pressing into her cheek was of Mrs. Rogers restaurant. She and
Shaggy were supposed to be studying for their quiz over France
tomorrow afternoon. Guess she had fallen asleep after Religion. At
least they didnt have much left to go over.
Why didnt you
wake me up, Shag? She yawned, feeling worse than she did before
the nap.
Setting the food down
on the booth table, the tall stick of a boy slid into the seat
opposite of her and started in on what might have been his third meal
of the night. She had lost count in between all the soda. You
looked like you needed a nap- he gave her a look that was both
teasing and worried. Youre too smart to have to worry about
studying.