OK, I'm bored - I'm in my flat and I'm wondering why I'm living thislife. Always getting the short straw. You know, if there is ANYONE upthere - why d... I wind up living this life. You know, the student-with-mates-that never-get-in-touch-on- the-weekend life. Combod with thenothing-on-TV-and-web-is-down night.Is there anyone up there? Don't know, don't care, all I know is......I might as well head for bed. Yeah, it's only 10 but who cares?Don't feel particulary tired but still...maybe a wank. I told her it would be a shame to send me home to take care of it myself since she was the one who got me so turned on in the first place. She laughed a little, but that didn't stop her from wrapping her hand around my cock. She pumped it up and down a couple times before leaning down and wrapping her mouth around my shaft. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. She didn't have the greatest technique (she informed me after that she almost never. He came over to apologize. Janet really was a fetching young lady, he thought as he sat against the log near her. “Quite hot,” he said, and she nodded silently. They sat there quietly, and as Janet looked around the meadow, Jack looked down the side of her dress to see a lacy bra covering the creamy swell of a breast. He looked up to see her looking at him appraisingly. He blushed and she smiled, and he said, “You, um, have a bug on your back.” “Brush it off then,” she said, and turned a. Excited. "Can't I put it off," I asked nervously, "Just a little?" However, I knew that there was no pushing back nature, nor was I even sure that I really wanted to. I tore my eyes from the window and stared at my reflection in the mirror. It was the same as it was a minute earlier, from my sandy blonde hair to the slightly large looking ears. I just had a hard time imagining that it would look different before very long... and not even human at that. Though whether I'd have fur, feathers or.