Newman was always a welcome sight. With dark, somewhat curly hair, blue eyes, and a slight dusting of facial hair, his face was kind and soft, while ...is body resembled that of a man who worked outdoors doing heavy lifting each day. This meant he had a constant tan, and a hard upper body. Even through the soft, blue fabric of his shirt I could see the way his muscles moved and tensed as he handed out the outlines for our final novel studies. I leaned forward on my desk; my eyes on the paper. A few strokes with his finger and then I felt the butt plug poke at me. "Oh, shit" I grunted from the pressure and pain. Once the flange of the plug was between my cheeks I stood up adjusting to the pressure and fullness of the plug. Since we were still in the dock and it was crowded with other boaters Mitch told me I could wear my t-shirt to guide us out of the slip and marina. I felt incredibly self-conscious standing in the cockpit hoping my shirt was not allowing any views of my naked but. ‘Wow…that feels…mmmmm…kind of good,’ they both looked at Liz’s breasts and saw the boobs start to swell. Liz bounced a bit with glee, while Janet’s jaw dropped, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Eventually they stopped, they grew to be as big as Janet’s, if not bigger. ‘OMG!…it worked!’ yelled both of them in unison, Janet, now standing up, walked over for a closer view. ‘Are those real?’ asked Janet, she knew they were, but she had a hard time believing it. ‘Feel for yourself,’. She suggested cards, and I suggested we play gin rummy. She grabbed the cards and her computer and I got two beers out of the fridge. (Now I know you all just want me to jump to the sex stuff, but this is all important to the story as this would have been one of my all time favorite dates, even if we hadn’t slept together, so I am going to tell the story in its full.) We sat listening to music and playing cards for almost 2 hours just talking about everything from music, movies, books, what our.