The steady crashing of the ocean provided the perfect soundtrack. My hands moved up and roamed beneath her sweatshirt, caressing her warm breasts, gen...ly rubbing my knuckles over her hard nipples, then taking them between my fingers and squeezing gently as she groaned softly in my mouth. I began matching her movements with my hips, thrusting slowly into her as her pussy slid down my length. She tightened herself around me again as she slid me out, the snug wetness becoming even tighter,. Sometimes those risks pay off in spades. Sometimes they don’t.“You won’t be here long...”This time I bolted upright out of a deep sleep. Jenny felt the bed heave and grabbed me to calm me down and assure me that we were in bed, safe and that everything was O.K. Her gentle hands did the trick and before long I felt myself slip off.“You won’t be here long... “Don’t fear the inevitable. Your work has been acceptable, but your work has changed the future too much, endangering continued existence. " If you say so", she allowed, "but I don't recognise anything." She surveyed the terrain again. Everything seemed bright, clean, immense, wild."We didn't have too much time to look around then", Gary said. "And we don't now. We have to concentrate on the man. That's the important thing."The man?Yes, she realised. There was a man. He was making his way through the waist high grass towards the river.She studied him. He was short and stocky, naked to the waist, beneath which fur flaps, suspended. So after a few more weeks of being teased, I decided to find out what the meaning of the word meant.After finding out, I decided to experiment on myself and see if I was.I first used broom handles, up my poop shoot.My first attempt I slowly slid it into my virgin asshole, until I felt a sudden pop.I did this a few times after school, while mom was away at work.By the time of my second week, I had to admit that it felt both exciting and strange.There I’d be at first with a broom up my bum,.