Economics text books, copies of the Economist, volumes of The Wealth of Nations, and others lined the shelves of the room. I wasn't sure what to expec... from this teacher. Apparently, based on the texts they had in here, I was expecting Gordon Gecko or Ronald Regan to be the coach. I couldn't have been more wrong.Ms Waylons was a short, lean, African-American woman in her mid 40's who strode in with a kind of power about her. She wore her hair very short, and had a face that could be described. The researcher in charge is back on land, along with the rest of the (all-female) graduate team. The dirty old fart could've at least spared one of the girls to accompany you. Fuck, the old man would probably die if one of them even just flashed her tits at him."Yeah," you force a smile back. "I'm gonna go below deck and take a 'break'."The captain laughs. "That's the second break today! To be a young man again! We'll we won't disturb ya, just clean up as usual."You force another smile and head. "Momma's gonna help out," she said as she pointed the tip of the animal's red, glistening cock directly at Kathy's steaming gash."COCK! COCK! COCK!!" Kathy cried crazily as she felt Saber's pointed prick head trail across her stretched cunt lips."Gonna come!" Kathy panted wildly as Connie rubbed the sheep dog's prick head lightly over her quivering pussy lips. The brunette seemed to enjoy teasing Kathy, driving her nearly up the walls with sexual frustration as she tickled her pussy with. We made our vows, we gave each other rings, we signed the register, were prayed for and were blessed. Then we began our triumphant procession out of the church. Seas of smiling faces, happy for us. It was when we were nearly at the west door that we stopped dead, as one.There in the last row of pews were standing Nicola's parents. Mrs Grayson was crying, tears running down her face. Mr Grayson was holding back the tears and smiling as best he could.Nicola burst into tears, and left me standing..