"Damn B, I can fit it all the way in." She slowly started going back and forth again, this time pushing it all the way in. I was reaching and grabbing...for anything to hold on to, but couldn't find anything. My toes were curled, and I could feel the dildo almost up in my stomach. I tapped out, and told her I needed a break. I jumped off the dildo and just turned over, in a daze. She looked at me, asking if I was okay. I replied "yes, just...damn!" She giggled, and asked me to lay on my back. I. Now, you can’t force a woman to get horny. But you might … well, maybe ‘entice’ is the proper word after all? Anyway, if you’re not made of stone, thirty pairs of hands feeling your tits are bound to exert some sort of influence.At a certain point a tall guy came over. He wasn’t in my class, but I knew him by name. He was Allan, the head prefect.So, you are the new one! How are you doing, bitch? Oops, did I say bitch? That’s not allowed! We are required to address the teachers in a respectful. One thing Joe knew was that after all this inactivity he would have to work hard to get his forty-something body back to the state it was in. Except for the arthritis and a few other aches, Joe could always pass as a late twenties ex-jock. Those things had changed.His March 1st appointment with Dr. Payne showed lots of progress having practiced walking with a walker a few times with no pain or problems. Today the latest and last version of the splint was coming off as well as all the bending. Nancy and I had been going steady for about three months and I was planning to ask her to marry me, but instead of just going ahead and doing it I began to search for "just the right occasion." I finally settled on the fraternity's annual spring dance. I bought the ring, practiced proposing on one knee, and then started making plans for the wedding and honeymoon in my mind. The night of the dance I picked her up and she was radiantly beautiful. The evening was perfect for what I had planned, a.