. misgivings about the idea, to say the least. Heargued it would lead the boys to be bullied, or that it would damage themin some ill-defined way. I t...ld him that his attitude was ridiculous atbest, and homophobic at worst. However, he was used to my doing strangethings in the interest of this column- he still likes to regale ourfriends with tales about the time I tried to become a Mexican wrestler-and in the end we decided to let the boys decide.So, a week passed while my husband read the book. 500 years later... Shocked gripped Yoshiko. Her hand holding her ringing cell phone trembled as she stared at the elegant Ms. Lindon, her English teacher, rising into the air in the grips of rubbery, purple tentacles. Clothing ripped in a shower of scraps, baring the teacher’s body. The tall woman’s round, busty breasts heaved as she thrashed.“What!” she gasped, the tentacles leaving a thick, clear slime across her skin.Her eyes delighted. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips as the tentacles. I don’t taste that bad at all, do I?”“You know that you’re tasting your own mother, too, right?” I winked at her, making both of them laugh as they knelt to share my private parts between them.“In case you missed, my dear, I’m not exactly put off by that notion,” Brenda snickered as she took me with her lips and tongue, lathering me with her spit.“Nor am I!” Miranda agreed, sucking my balls for a moment while her daughter pleasured my prick.“Mmmm ... ball sweat ... let me lick it up!” Brenda. That was even if he ever got out of this place."I can do whatever the fuck I want," Kyle said, shifting on the bed. He reached a hand down between his legs and squeezed at the bulge in his orange jumpsuit, eyeing the pretty college boy. He liked it when they cried a little - it was real cute. "You wanna know why I'm in here, k**? I'm in here for r****g a pretty boy like you. So think about how much you wanna push me. Like I said, they put you in here for a reason. They wanna see you suffer,.