Sheila had a gleam in her eye. She said, "That's it Johnny! Fuck that horse! Give him a little taste of his own medicine."JOhn picked up the pace and ...he horse pinched his asshole, which felt even better to John. He started fucking harder,but had to slow down a bit because he almost tipped over the ladder."Oh, Yeah. I think I am going to shoot cum all in this horses ass." John was really enjoying it now. Sheila said, "Shoot your cum. That is one less load in my mouth." With Sheila's words,. I was glad they hadn't been let in to see me. I don't know what I would have to say to people that had witnessed the shooting, and I definitely didn't want my story in the paper.It showed up anyway, of course. It was also the lead story on the television news. I turned the channel to a cable news network, only to see it again. I ended up watching the history channel. That didn't bother me, since I watched it all the time anyway. It was disturbing to have my name on the national news, though.I. Bob started touching his cock. Joan said, "Stop, too soon. Enjoy the show." Joan then unbuttoned two more buttons. Her nipples and areola came into view. She pinched her nipples until they were erect and engorged. Joan asked me to take her stockings and garter belt off. Once again I knelt in front of her reached up under her skirt and slowly lowered them over her shoes. I could feel her trembling with excitement. Her new underwear was pulled into her labia. Joan asked me to unbutton the rest of. Which led to people calling her Overpowered girl, or OP girl for short.As for me, I decided to call myself the Scribe, because I saw my role asthe Dr. Watson to Jaci's Sherlock, in that I would be her chronicler.We weren't the only kids to get the suits. Like there was Amy. I hadalways felt sorry for her. I mean, sure, she could burst into flames likethe human torch in the comics, but every time she powered down she wasnude, since her clothes were destroyed in her transformation.Then there.