I leaned over him and placed my breasts in his face. He rubbed his stubble between them and kissed the sides. He growled low in his throat and grabbed...my back to pull me closer. I kissed his waiting lips and traveled down his neck. I kissed his skin that was exposed at the top of his shirt. I started to unbutton his shirt and kissed my way down as I went. I reached for his belt buckle and rubbed the hard mound between his legs. I unzipped the fly and let the warm erection fill my hands. I fell. ”“Surprise us,” Badmorgan slammed down his mug of ale.The centaur was led to a room that had an indoor wading pool. It was inhabited by a darling, flat chested, female looking, merman. “I am Joshimmer! How are you,” the creature asked.“I’m good,” replied Weaverical.Down the hall, Warstomp was placed in a room with a cutie pie pixie. Badmorgan was paired with a winged fairie boi that had breast implants. Twinklenald ended up with an ogre.Weaverical had never fucked a merboy before. He was turned. " There was a chorus of "Yeah," "Hell yeah," "Kick that sumbitch,"and the like.Again I glanced at Gina, who was by now smiling at my predicament. I shrugged and trotted onto the field."Put the tee on the thirty," ordered the coach. He turned to me and said, "See that? See the uprights?" pointing to the goal posts. "Send it straight through."I complied.Coach said, "Back it up to the thirty-five," and we repeated. "Forty," he barked. Once again, I did as he asked.We went through this process. The bigger the camera, the bigger the smile. After stuffing the napkin into my pocket I notice the station is empty. The sounds I spawn, the shuffling of my feet, my scratches at the hair dripping down my neck, inject elements of comfort into my surroundings. An ice-storm kidnapped my family’s electricity when I was younger. Before that I had never realized just how loud electricity is. A sonic onslaught of mechanical purrs and technosexual moans. The clamor is truly punishing on our ears. But.