When she wrapped her hand around the big black dick sliding in and out of her vagina, she was unprepared for just how big and hard he was, and how hot...his slippery penis felt. “Sire?” The Wiz interrupted. “I believe you ought to think about what you’re doing. What do you really want to accomplish?” The King looked over at the Wiz and drew the corners of his lips back in a wry smile. Then King squeezed his buttocks to drive his penis deeper by another inch. Again the girl gasped as she. The bell rang and I snapped out of my close observation of myself to pick up my bag and head to class. I met my friends, Amanda and Claire, as I left the toilet. Amanda was similar to myself in body shape, except she was a lot more blessed in the boobage department, her obvious D cups bouncing as she walked along beside me. She was a typical schoolgirl, obsessed with celebrities, so much so she had dyed blonde hair, several piercings and all the fashionable clothing. Claire was just about. She got her medical bag, and pulled out a small pair of scissors. She removed the 8 stitches and with the exception of the 16 little spots, there was no sign of the cut. She took Linda’s blood pressure and heartrate. “Wow, completely normal. That’s impossible! ... Okay Charlie, your turn.”She took my vitals, and like Linda, they were normal. “Okay, now, I’m NOT being mean, but I HAVE to get a blood draw from you two. This is nothing short of a miracle, but the real proof will be your red blood. Is that where you got that washer and dryer? If it is, just how long have those two delivery guys been gone?" I asked with more than a little suspicion."Well, they had a little trouble getting everything through the door to the laundry room, so it took them awhile. It's a good thing they were both very strong young men. They lifted those machines like they were plastic," smiled Brooke. "It was nice to have a couple hard young male bodies around the house for a change." What were you wearing.