He wondered if the magic shop he boughtthe ID from threw in some itching powder as final kick in the nuts. Hewould definitely be complaining now.The i...ching continued for the rest of class, he eventually got to thepoint where he could ignore it. As he stood up to leave for lunch henoticed a bunch of little hairs where he was sitting. It took a secondfor him to realize those were his arm hairs. His arms were normal at thestart of class but through the hour he shed every hair on both of hisarms.. Pretty soon Sierra had to grasp me by the shoulders with both of her hands; I was thrusting so wildly into her. I slipped out a few times, but never for long as Sierra reached back with a deft hand to quickly guide me back inside. At some point, I can’t remember when, I had begun to suck on her breasts as I held her firmly by the waist with both hands. Sierra began her long, slow moans I loved to hear from her, but with my jackhammer thrusts her voice was broken up and made to sound sharp. I was open and dribbling juice onto it.My heart was going like a triphammer.He stood and grabbed Lyn's hair"Kneel" he told her He pushed her down so she was kneeling in front of the recliner."Now SHOW me what you lke to do to my lady wife" he hissedLyn looked at him, her eyes hooded. She then looked me directly in the eyes, locking them. SO intense. She leant forward and came down to my open crotch. She leaned in and gently kissed my little patch of pubic hair.She smelt me and l*cked her way. Iam glad of the warmth and to cover up my cum-stained clothes. I whisperthanks in a hoarse voice."We'll fix you a spot of tea and a warm bath, and then you'll feel allthe better."I nodded. My throat was too sore to speak.He is a middle aged man, tall, and a bit stooped from a lifetime ofmeeting lesser men at their level. He has kindly gray eyes and walks witha loping, equine gait. We take a path from behind the toilet block,across the graveyard, through an apple orchard redolent of rotting.