Its getting the hang of photosynthesis thats the real challenge. She laughed and then veered closer to me. Then the conversation took a sharp left. So... whats the boys locker room like? I dunno. Kinda dim, damp, warm, smelly. Like a locker room I guess. No, I mean, like do all the guys change in front of you? Oh God&hellip, So this is where the conversation was gonna go? Ok, but shed have to work for it. Yeah. They never really cared much. Cept Brian but he got over it pretty quickly. And how is. I was wrong. It got much worse. The athletic director had retired a month earlier and still hadn't been replaced so the Kentucky Board of Regents jumped the gun and force fed an idiot to the UK athletic department. I don't mince words often, but I don't hurl pejoratives randomly either.The new coach was a bona fide Grade-A moron. Ed Hemphill was hired shortly after Coach Brown announced his decision. UK literally could have hand-picked any coach it wanted and instead the university chose to. Her water-filled body jiggled as the spacecraft settled to the ground. She rubbed her eyes and ran a hand across her expanded belly."Oof," she winced. She felt stretched and sore from the volume of water inside her. On her back on the couch, the giant dome of her belly towered over her.Molly walked over, her round belly stuffed into a spandex top and a pair of shorts. She looked nine months pregnant with the load of dehydrated food expanding in her gut."Time to get moving," she said softly. She. His hand was rocking slowly, in and out and in and out, occasionally feeling a dollop of his spit added to his finger. "Oh god please" I moaned, feeling so ready to erupt. He ignored me, continuing his finger-fuck of my mancunt with two fingers now instead of just one. I started rocking with him, pushing my slutty ass back against his hand each time he pushed in. "Pleasepleaseplease" I whimpered, "please let your slut cum for you."It amazed me, in some small part of my mind, that I wasn't the.