As Chaney moved to the console, Dirk resolved to watch this time. Chaneylooked peculiar poking at buttons with Misty's body and crazy costume,but he s...emed to get everything right. Still, all the things Dirk hadseen in the Army and after failed to prepare him for the saw cuttinginto his brother's skull, or the manipulator arms pulling the skullcapsback, snaking in behind the exposed brains to sever the links betweenthe medulla and spinal cord, the eyes falling back in the heads as theyremained. Only being thirteenhelped with pitch, as none of our voices had yet broken. I wonder whatlessons we'll need, as we get older. Perhaps medication would help stopthe voices breaking for people like Emma and possibly Jessica. I putdown these thoughts for possible self-study after the field trip.* * *"Hello," said an Asian woman as I walked into the room. "Are you Jayne?" Yes," I replied looking round at what appeared to be a salon. Therewere three hairdressing chairs that were currently. "She'd said it so simply and seriously that for a moment I thought she wasn't kidding. "He is?" I said. "Your joking, right?" When I stood up and moved behind her to take a closer look at the little photograph, Molly covered up her letter with her arm. "Wow, so your dad is really the real Mel Gibson?" I still couldn't tell if she was joking. "Did he just drop you off here?" No, I took a bus. A bus and then a taxi cab." Oh," I said. "Long trip?" Pretty long. My butt is sore from sitting."I sat. She began hopping up and down on my tongue like it was a dick, and I could feel her flabby ass slapping against my chest with every bounce. My nose was grinding into her clit and her large pale stomach was bobbing against my forehead. Despite all of this, I could feel my cock get harder than it ever had before. Finally, she stopped bouncing. “I have an idea,” she said mischievously. She looked down at me and winked before lifting herself off of my face. I was incredibly relieved until she.