He needed to avoid being caught out ofclass and headed for one of the boys toilets."What has pregnancy got to do with us boys. All we have to do is kn...ock agirl up and thats it. Job done," he said to himself.No sooner had he said it, he felt a pain in his stomach. He raced intothe toilet and straight into a cubicle. It thought he was about to hurl,but he didn't.The pain was travelling throughout his body. He looked at his fingers,where the pain was beginning to start. He watched as they grew. "Why, you're nothing but a big chicken!" the Tin Man exclaimed.Toto perked his ears up.Dorothy hugged her knees to her chest.The Lion's gaze shifted down to Dorothy's pussy, now revealed by her position. "Besides that, the lady lions..." I'll bet he doesn't get any," the Tin Man grinned, shifting over to one side to admire the view."Nope," the Lion moaned. "Now here you come, and..." he licked his lips. "Young lady, do you have to sit like that? Are you just teasing me?"Dorothy glanced down,. On my way home I did nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a name and the lasting image of her working out; that made me hungrier than a prisoner on death row for some pussy. After showering and heating up some leftovers for dinner (yes I gets down in the kitchen) I went and sat on the balcony of my condo contemplating who I should visit to relieve my sexual tension. After about five or so minutes of sitting I received a call from Donna. “Hello there Donna.” “Hello sexual. Slowly, slowly, ever-so-slowly, I slid my fingers down, down, down her tummy, below her waistline into her furry, soft, bush hair & into her pink, throbbing slit. Moister than I expected. My two long fingers got wet with leaking fluid.As I tickled her clitoris & squeezed her other breast, bag-Lady let out a pleasure moan and tensed, and as she squeezed the flesh of my torso in her hands, her legs went weak & limp and, in a sudden flush of wetness out of her pussy, she had a mini-orgasm!She was.