My dick was limp and her nipples got softened. Her breathing was lifting my chest up and down.In few minutes our sweat got dried up my dick was semi e...ect and was lying between her thighs sticking to her skin. I rolled to a side lied on my back. She put her left leg on my thighs and started rubbing my chest I caressed her hairs. She was making me hard again my dick started pulsing and trying to rise. I don’t know when, she started holding my sac and gripping my dick between her fingers. Her. Nor had the psiontials been any help, though he was coming to the conclusion there, that the treacherous creatures would avoid giving him the whole truth if they could manage it. He had ordered a deep scan of the floors and walls of the building, but other than picking up a few dead and some sealed off (and empty) spaces there had been no other reports. He did wonder about the sealed off spaces, but that would imply teleporting, which the psiontials could detect, or walking through walls,. B!!! I just want to pass this class!!" I said tearfully. "To bad so sad Stacy, it's just too little too late" said Mr. B. I left again in shame, stomping like a little girl in a tantrum. Later that night, I went on Facebook to try to gain sympathy from my friends. When I logged on I noticed I had a message in my inbox. I clicked it and it turned out to be Mr. B. At first I was a little weirded out, as we has a bit of a creepy older man. But I clicked the message and it read: "Hey Stacy it's. Even when I couldn't quite get it up looking at her."The King looked over at Dorothy, sitting naked across from him."And speaking of monkey spunk, I think I'd better take you over to the creek to freshen up." He stood up, picked up Dorothy's dress, then wrapped his arms around her and spread his wings. "It's quicker to fly, I think," he said, and took off, heading for a clear, winding creek.The Tin Man stuffed as much straw as he could find into the Scarecrow's clothes, then filled the rest.