I grabbed a scrunchie from my bag, eager to tame my now impossibly longhair into a more functional ponytail. Following the rest of the girlsout of the...locker room, I did my best to ignore a second salvo of glaresdirected my way, this time from the boys. I swallowed, finding theirlooks of undisguised lust and longing to be...somewhat provocative. Itook a ragged breath, trying to fight a losing battle against mychurning, swelling desires.Our teacher, an athletic man in his mid thirties gave me a. James felt slightly disoriented when he exited the shower.He felt like someone had him in a titty twister and waspulling awfully hard, and his stomach hurt, he felt like hewas gonna hurl.He opened the medicine cabinet and reached up for thePepto-Bismol, he noticed how girly his fingernails looked.Once again, he brushed it off. He swigged from the bottleand sat down. He felt like he was sitting on a pile ofcushions, he stood up to examine the seat and shrugged,figuring it to be his imagination,. She seized her breasts, squeezing her nipples as she writhed and moaned.I slipped out of my robes and cloak, letting my clothes pile on the ground, and padded naked over to my discarded pouch. There were three potions of healing, an ampoule of holy milk, and a virgin's best friend—a dildo carved of fine marble polished to a slick sheen.“You naughty acolyte!” gasped Angela when she saw the black shaft swirled with white.“This is no ordinary dildo,” I grinned, spreading my thighs and shoving it. ”“Thanks, Tony. Uh ... How do you know this stuff?”“We are both into physiology and kinesiology,” Tony answered. “Bill’s convinced he’s going to be a great coach one day. I’m more interested in sports therapy. That’s why Jock talked to us.”“Um ... will you guys be around to help on a regular basis?” Em asked.“We want to work out a rotation so no one has to stand by every day. No offense, uh ... what’s your name?”“Jacob.”“Right. No offense, Jacob, but standing alert beside you for fifteen.