“Sooo cold. I have no idea how the kids can stand it for so long!” I indicated all the kids, still splashing gleefully as if the water were bathtu...-warm instead of snow-runoff cold.Gretchen handed me a drink. “I have no idea how you and Shawn even stood it long enough to play with them! I'd much rather stay here, warm in the sand!” I ducked my head to hide my smirk; I knew exactly how he and I had 'stood it long enough'--we kept each other on a nice warm simmer of desire.I sipped at the vodka. Anotherpleasurable throb and heard a moist pop as a new his new genitaliaformed. Another throb and the remnants of his manhood was swallowed byher vagina. Ralph was now she at this point. The throbbing seemed tohave stopped.Mr. Jordan whistled at the sight. Ralph stood up slowly and turnedaround. For the first time in her life Ralph had to look up at Mr.Jordan. Ralph was scared, furious, and for some strange reason, veryhorny. Mr. Jordan walked closer and undid his jacket. He was wearingnothing. He HAD to feel his cock. He HAD to grasp it. He HAD to try and stroke it as he looked at the display of her pussy. He stopped, did he hear her moaning? Did she moan? Was SHE watching him now? His hand started to move, slowly, up and down his throbbing cock, his eyes, fixed, so firmly on her pussy.Carol looked as he placed the magazine on his lap. She smiled as she realized why. She had visions of him stroking his cock as he looked at her. She loved to watch a man tugging and stroking his cock.. He walked forward, the black " floor " squirming and screeching with each step. He moved with a force that he knew - the force that made him not sit and cry at the overwhelming fear that built in him.He kept walking forward, soon embraced by light. He was in a quiet cave. Each footstep he made was the only sound reflected endlessly off the crystalline ice walls. Turning around, he could not find the tunnel he had jsut left. There wer only more endless vistas of the ice cave, beckoning him to.