After the Girl Scout visit to the ranch a year ago, both girls came back changed. Maybe I should say awakened. The two girls are ... into each other. ...hey might be in love with each other. But for the first time in their lives, there was a boy in their conversation. Brian. I thought it would fade away, but after Christmas they started exchanging letters. The conversation about Brian never flagged. I heard about him rescuing Jennifer. There was something about being rescued three times. I. I tapped my foot,ready to jump at my cue.The bass dropped. I raised my arms, going through the hand signals as Itransitioned to second position. I twirled back and winked, then skiddedto a halt.The other girls had fallen to their knees. Their butts wiggled in theair as they crawled like animals over to our instructor's massive fauxcock. They cooed theatrically and giggled as they reached out to touchit. Min didn't even seem to mind that her tits were dragging along thefloor.Soon their workout. Ken was in his NX, but Gary had wanted to ride his bike. Ken had never thought about buying a motorcycle -- the things were seriously dangerous -- but maybe now he'd consider it. It probably wouldn't be quite as dangerous for a Priest to ride one and Ken could see the appeal.Ken followed Gary to a bar that the Hawkes had started hanging out in. The place wasn't as nice as Roger's had been, and Roger continually complained about the quality (and price) of the beer, but it was better than. Before long his cock responded as Sally manipulated his noodle and talked dirty to him. With his dick fully aroused his balls hung down even more much to my delight."Keep stroking him so his cock stays hard," I advised her. She was doing a real fine job when I reached between his legs and gave his sack a hard smack.Tom groaned as the pain in his testicles invaded his drunken brain. I alternated between smacking them and squeezing and he never stopped moaning. Finally I grew tired of the game..