"Sure. That'd be great."We headed off, in different directions. I was quickly caught up to by my best friend, Eddie Bauer. We've been best friends sin...e first grade. We've also been teammates since then. Eddie plays third-he and I were the only sophomores who cracked the starting lineup in the varsity right from the beginning of the year last year."So, Mike," he grinned. "Program week?" Yep. You'll get yours, sooner or later." Hey, it wouldn't be that bad," he said. "Maybe they'd buddy me up. "I hate getting tan lines," I said. Tyler looked at me and said "your a guy, what do you care." I reached down and unzipped my shorts and peeled them down and the wet shorts hit the concrete. Her breathing increased and she looked out the corner of her right eye at my manhood. It looked like a big worm all wrinkled and laid flaccid on my upper thigh. I put some more lotion on my thighs and stomach and around my cock. Tyler kept watching but did not say anything. I had another beer and finally. She was engulfed by the strange protrusions to the point that half of her body was completely covered by them, her orange shell glinting between the off-yellow meat of the husk’s prehensile appendages.“That is ... repulsive,” Walker muttered, knowing that she couldn’t understand him but finding catharsis in expressing himself all the same. Tangerine twitched, her segmented body bucking as if something behind her was causing her discomfort. Of course, the suit was hooking into her nervous. But I'd often dated pretty active girls, and none likedthe inconvenience of long nails, and it had always seemed dickish todemand they wear them just for me. I'd always wondered what they'd belike to wear. There were a few packages, lots of packs of short nails, afew marked 'medium', but no longs. There were even some short use ones,but only in short. I picked up a pack of the medium ones, that lookedlike they'd extend a nail maybe a quarter of an inch past the finger, andall worryingly.