Eight inches? I don't think so anymore!" At that she stuck a needle in his ass cheek. And then another one in the other, slowly letting the syringe...unload. When done, she backed away again. "You don't need to see this next part for awhile," she said. "Just take it like a good little faggot bitch" With that, she placed a blindfold over his eyes then stepped away again, only to return with an inflatable butt plug that she was lubing up in her hands, She began poking it up at his back. Upon taking her first job after college, she met Frank Owens. He was a coach and social studies teacher. He was also a widower with an infant son. The pair clicked over their shared love of athletics and physical fitness. Within two months of being hired, she was engaged. She raised the boy, called Kenny, as if he were her own. Tami didn’t even realize Kenny had a different biological mother until she was eight years old.The graduate of Alcorn A&M College, now Alcorn State University, was one. She said and leaned in and kissed me full tongue for more than a few seconds. Her hand went all the way to my pussy and her fingers began playing pulling the lips. I shivered and kissed her back deeply. One of the guys said, Damn, looks like we need to get a room. I gasped for air and managed to moan, Yes, we should. and so we all got up, me half being carried to a SUV and Allyson next to me still kissing and now groping my tits that were coming out of my top or rather my top was coming off. . “And you were jealous, because no women were being soloed with less than eight hours.”“And positively green when you were sent to Class Two training while I was still flying Moths and Magisters.”What the hell? “You know,” I hesitated, “I thought it was strange how easily we got on together when we met. It’s like ... we knew each other.”“Yeah...” That was drawn out, pensive.Perhaps this would be a good place to explain that, while I function well enough at work, I’ve always been, well, shy, with.