Kind of a "Don't Rock the Boat" syndrome. Unlike many other human quirks, this one hadn't been glommed onto by the "mental health" crowd yet so there ...ere no drugs to force him into submission. It took a lot of convincing to get him to allow me to grow up ahead of schedule.My problem is that school has always come too easy for me. I was bored out of my skull when they pulled me out of fifth grade and put me in sixth. And things were better that year because I had to play catchup to make up what. I had a short wait and then Ms. Borders came into the room.Ms. Borders came in and spotted me as I rose. She stopped. Her eyes widened. I thought I saw a moment of panic, but she covered it nicely."Yes? May I help you?" She asked me, playing it cool."Ah, Ms. Borders. You know who I am, I am sure. You have had a private detective agency following me for sometime, now. Call me Ben," I replied and held out my hand to shake hers.She hesitantly put her hand forward and I shook it firmly and let. It isn’t big or overly explosive, but it does feel ridiculously good as the symbiote pokes and prods all the way up inside until bottoming out against her cervix.The alien creature continues to tease her insides and the woman climaxes again when the creature suddenly decides to focus on her clit. With her juices now coating her inner thighs and run down her pussy to between her ass cheeks, it draws the amorphous being to her rear entrance. Beatrix moans as it begins to enter from behind.Like. 'I'm saving your ass, now jump!' I yelled back at her as the streams of mysweat splashed unto her upturned face. Karen's training was every bit as goodas mine and the command to jump hit her like a pail of ice water. Wincing inpain she gathered herself up and snap jumped unto her feet. It was a weak jumpthat would have never made it on its own, but even though her weight nearlybowled us both over, I leaned forward until my weight gave her the balanceshe needed. Slowly we straightened until we.