Surfboard chicks always made up for their sad chests with effort. They either loved to eat dick, or they were fuck pigs. I was gunning for the fuck pi... angle. Jenna wore tight, faded low rider jeans, a perfect showcase for her perfect ass. Those small tits were hidden under a half tee shirt, her white flat belly showed below. Some kind of belly button jewelry was attached to her navel. The jewelry was probably bigger than her tits. Jenna was a no brainer. My cock was already hungry. I was going. And she hated oatmeal… So much for a yummy breakfast then. With a scowl Dante yanked the box of raw oats out of the cabinet and fetched a small pot to boil it in. She had never been picky with her choice of food, but some of the natives of Junsen had visited their new ‘neighbor’ to give her welcome gifts. Which so happened to be several bags of self grown groceries and homemade ‘peace’ quilts. She’d eaten her fill of yogurt and fruit and hadn’t seen the need to go shopping since the town was so. " So, you think we'll be setting out tomorrow?" asked Elizabeth."Unless Ben wants to run trials with the Adam, but that's unlikely. He can do that on the way to Woden," Thomas answered.Ben was experiencing a mixture of emotions. He was sitting in the pilot's chair aboard the Rebecca having just completed some trials with the NWS Hannah. The Hannah had been named with much less pomp and circumstance than the Rebecca had, the situation calling for speed rather than putting on a show.He was. " Lav'Brats get a choice of a rattata, pidgey, or a bellsprout," added Miranda reminiscently."That's an odd combination. And um, 'Lav'Brat'?"Miranda smiled reminiscently, giving Misty a sideways glance. "That's what we started calling ourselves," she explained, shaking her head at the thought, "Well, usually it's 'Lavender Brats.' I can't even remember who started it originally, but last time I checked new generations of trainers from Lavender started using the term. It's both flattering and.