They were big bikes—Honda CR 250's, basically professional motocross bikes. I drag out my gear from the jeep, and sitting at the table 'gear up'. Sl...ding into the pants, free-ballin, the tite kevlar fabric made my dick swell up almost instantly. I just grin to myself, as Kelso, standing near by comments on my ass, noting the seam riding up the crack of my ass. “Looks good huh”? I respond, teasingly. Putting on the chest protector, I skipped the jersey—about to get wet and muddy anyway. I slide. And there it is, the swap chair, looking very much like theelectric chair of old. All too soon I am strapped into it, glaring at thewitnesses. Amanda's parents and boyfriend are there, along with a doctor,the Warden and five people from the press. My parents did not come, theydid not want to see me swapped, but my best friend on the outside is thereto see me go.And the mercy seat is waitingAnd I think my head is burningAnd in a way I'm yearningTo be done with all this weighing of the truth.An. After this Mr. Wuynk pulled up his pants and was about to take a seat on the couch in the office, when Samantha turned to him and said "Hey I'm not finished with you yet get over her and lick my pussy." Mr. Wuynk hurried up and got off the couch and ran over to the waiting Samantha who was now laying on the office floor.Mr. Wuynk walked over to Samantha who was now on the floor and began to attack her pussy. Her pussy was a little musty but tasted sweet inside and Mr. Wuynk loved the way her. The woman cannot take it any longer and is she doesn’t make a move soon, she is going to explode. “Would you mind if I take off my top?” she asks as calmly as possible with a shrug. “It’s not really hiding much anyway and I don’t want tan lines.”Calen doesn’t answer immediately. He wants to shout yes because there is just something pulling his attention to the woman, other than her chest. Then there is the matter of the cat costume she is wearing. It hasn’t fallen off, neither the ears nor the.