Gee, I never described my penis that way. What's happeningto me??? I better get to sleep we have another exciting day ahead. Irolled on to my side and...felt Jackie put his arms around me and presshis body next to mine. That's not a typo by the way, I just feel morecomfortable referring to my stud in the masculine pronoun. Good nightfor now.CHAPTER SEVENWe awoke the next morning, our day at sea, to a beautiful sunny sky withdeep blue and not a cloud in sight. I wish I could say the same for us!!. "Have fun, dear," Margot said as she handed Jerry the car keys.She watched him go out. He was a tall, good-looking boy with crisp dark hair like her own, and like Tony's, too, presuming that Tony was really his father-a thing of which Margot had never been certain.Jerry also had a big cock.His mother had often noticed that fact when she saw the boy in the shower or dressing-and as he went out tonight, she noticed that there was a distinct bulge in the front of his tight pants.It made her wonder. She measured up Mrs Reagan, a truly enormous woman, the fat of her upper arms as thick and full as Qafira’s thighs and whose thighs were in turn broader than Qafira’s waist. Even after all these months, Qafira was still astonished by the sheer immensity of the people of Further Quitchland. Unlike her, though, Mrs Reagan was dressed appropriately for sitting by a pool, wearing only a very slim bikini top, barely enough to hide her monstrous nipples, and a suggestion of a bikini bottom hidden. I wanted to use a practice dummy, but she insisted her demonstration be with a live person, claiming that I needed to see the effect that each instrument had on a person’s body so that I would never be tempted to take someone’s punishment beyond a safety level.The first thing I did was apologize to Jason since he had been chosen as the object of her demonstration. He claimed to be ok with it and assured me that they had used a very liberal amount of the numbing cream on him prior to my arrival..