“Alright, Mr. Moke-Die. I am right behind you, at least if that dark orange-colored section counts as your behind.”“We don’t really use such d...signations. Come and sit on me, that way you do not have to concentrate on flying that contraption.”Roy did follow the advice and Partner followed as well, the animal did not use the suits thrusters yet he managed to steer just fine.While sitting on the surprisingly hard surface of the beings upper side, Moke-Die said. “Those suits are as marvelous as. .. with a girl who doesn't only look twelve?" That's a good idea, Mr. Harris."I nodded and took Franka's hand. We walked out of the principals office. I didn't leave her side until we'd arrived at the small locker room where models usually undressed before a painting lesson.If looks could kill, I'd been pregnant by now. Rebecca walked up to me, staring daggers at me while I was waiting in the corridor for Franka to come back out. There was no way I'd let her go home alone, scared and confused. By this point about 3 hours had gone by. I was a little drunk, horny as hell and ready for anything.After watching several guys and gals wetting themselves then masturbating, I decided I wanted more of that. I reread bhan\'s story one last time from the paper I\'d printed it out on, then went into the bathroom. Along the way I picked up the bowl of pee I\'d let out earlier.One of the things that attracted me to this apartment was the large garden tub. Being a big gal your standard tub isn\'t. I sensed people surrounding me beyond the darkness of the blindfold. With relief, I felt the first hands on my ankles. The hands were warm and slippery with some kind of oil. Then more hands on my calves, thighs, buttocks, stomach, arms, all warm and soft with oil. My nipples got hard and my pussy started to ache. It felt so good to be handled, and I wanted the hands to touch my breasts, my slit. And that’s what happened finally. Strong masculine hands oiled my tits and circled my nipples,.