The pain, from the men trying to force their way down my throat, was still very much present. My ass hurt and I had false urges to use the bathroom al... day. I knew they would go away eventual but if I kept stretching it, I was going to have problems. At least that was the old wives tale.I stayed by the phone waiting to get the call that said Chief Deputy Webster wanted me. It did come during my break, so I felt some better. When I went back to work on Tuesday morning, I had heard nothing about. My short sleeved shirt was unbuttoned at the neck and I was wearing my old school trousers so the assistant had an idea of what I was used to, and what passed the school rule regulations on trousers. Nothing too light, or even too tight, no drain pipes or flares were allowed, just boring old dark grey or charcoal coloured trousers.As I entered, the shop's door bell tinkled and the gentleman sales assistant looked across to me."We'll be with you shortly sir," and then he returned to assisting. Jenny's iron grip held him on target, but the target was bucking wildly. Suddenly, she released his hair and fell back, unconscious."Wow, I think she passed out," Michael whispered. "Have you ever seen that before?" He winked at Stacy, who had passed out earlier that afternoon."I think she liked it," giggled Stacy. "You haven't compared us yet. Come over here. You can examine me at your leisure. But then I want you to give me an orgasm again."And so he did. He positioned himself on his knees in. The ground had dropped and a soak had formed at one edge which formed a small rivulet that ran for a few feet then dove into the forest mat. It seemed as if the woods were thicker and more robust in the direction which the water took. I smiled. The forest mind did react to new stimulus, both fair and foul.I suppose that I should have left a note describing what I proposed, but I didn't. I rinsed out the bottle I had been given in the rivulet, adding a sample of the original spore culture to its.