I feel bad for him on days like this, it’s hard to find a date when you are a tentacle monster. Even given some of the other odd anthromorphs runnin... around town. Like I said, Bob is a good guy, sure he might have steak knives for teeth and large eyes. But really you couldn’t ask for a better friend. Not sure how tall he really is, but usually it seems he is a good six foot four inches. His skin is a bit rough and rusty orange in color. He has a partial skeleton, at least from the little I have. To top it all off, she’d even open it for him and hold the can to his lips (So he wouldn’t have to take his hands off the console.) Fucking boys! Feeling her anger swell, Emily again promised herself, that was the very last time she was going to march to any of her boyfriend’s orders, or for any other boy for that matter. Next time it’s going to be my turn.As those thoughts of Gary faded, her thoughts went back to the subject on the coach, and what her mom asked her to do. Why the fuck did she. My cock jerked.Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs perhaps a bit heavy but her round ass was prime, incredible, and the little skirt swayed when she walked, swishing from side to side. It might have been twelve inches long, a kilt. Her shoes were hardly standard, spike heels, about four-inch ones."Sir," she said with a tremble in her voice, Barbie-pink lips pouting, "they said you might help me. I was late registering, missed the train yesterday." She did not seem to be able to stop. She got me to pee in a jar, dipped the testing strip, and came over to show me the results. She got me to hold one end of the strip while she held the other, and her face was very close to mine. we sat there waiting for the results to appear long enough for the sexual tension to build and started getting a little hard. After the results showed up fine, she asked if i wanted her to look at my penis to check if everything was fine. I went red and said 'yeah'. As I stood up and stripped down, she.