I feel a pressure on my opening. It’s cold. I know it is not you. I’m disappointed. The pressure intensifies. It feels so good. The tip is inside...me. It feels too big. I feel my muscles stretching to accommodate the object. You push it in a little farther. My body strains to make room. You keep pushing the object into me until I feel it hit my cervix. You start fucking me with the tool. Banging my cervix with each thrust. I hear a click. I’m curious as to what it is. Do I really want to. We quickly became friends when it came to that.When we finished the job, he became one of my best friends along with Jeff that I have known since I was little.He may seem arrogant and pretentious, but deep down, he’s a nice guy and loyal to friends. I never asked why he acts differently at school, but I believe it is a desire to look different on the outside.Maybe he doesn’t like who’s out of school.Honestly, I much prefer the real him, but I don’t plan to say anything. If he wants it, let him. They gave her drugs too, of course, before the procedure started. So she was pretty much a happy camper, both while he carefully stuffed gauze strips deep into her nostrils, and afterwards, as they drove home. Bobby sat with her in the back seat, since she was a little wobbly, due to the drugs. It was just natural for him to put his arm around her and for her to cuddle into his side when they started off.About half way home, Jennifer’s hand wandered into Bobby’s lap.“You’re not horny any more,”. Had I been wearing anything other than a strapless formal gown, it probably couldn't have happened, but with the firmness of the bodice of the dress and the awkwardness of shifting my position in a car, unfortunately I moved in one direction when the dress was moving in another, and my date had a perfect view down the front of my dress. Being an opportunist, he chose at that time to slide his hand inside, cupping my right breast in his palm and keeping it firmly in place while I tried very hard.