I looked behind me and saw Dennis reaching for his box, he pulled out a couple of decent sized dildos and what looked like a small, rubber traffic con... only in black instead of orange. "This will help you practise stretching" He said and covered it in oil. "Why don't you try sitting on it?" I stood up and set it down underneath me then squatted and slid the tip in, it was an odd sensation at first then a good one as i pushed myself a little further down and felt myself getting wider. Dennis was. From my mother's original request for a research grant, now classified top secret/compartmented information to the TSCI order terminating the project less than an hour after public announcement of my selection as a scientific member of the Deep Space Survey.I'd become untouchable then and I understood that some of those persons responsible for my existence were anxious to see me terminated. Not for any specific reason, merely for insurance. Tying up loose ends, as it were. Mr. Fox had saved me. It sucks." "You make sucking sound like a bad thing," she replied. Jenna gave Mr. Hardown a dirty wink. He shook his head. What a dirty little cheerleader. "You know full well that that's not what I meant," he said. "Alright, I have to go. Have fun." "Oh, don't worry," she answered. "I will." Jenna sprinted towards the football field. Her tiny miniskirt bounced up as she ran, and Mr. Hardown got a good look at her ass. Jenna's violet cheer panties were too small for her large ass as both. ’ It was an easy exchange, surfers were surfers and respect for good form transcended gender or carnal interest. Jake paddled out and heeding her words was patient, finally catching a roller that seemed promising. While he was certain that he had not exhibited her near perfect form, he had not remotely embarrassed himself. Surfer girls were often an enigma. He had dated a couple and found them to be a tad vacant and vacuous. Girls who were really good surfers were too often obsessed with the.