My hormones went stupid, and we hadn't done anything sexually in months."My wife looked at me, smiled and said, much to my shock, "Well, don't worry a...bout it terribly. I'm going to let you in on a secret. I've watched you masturbate at least a dozen times, and on occasion, have even gotten myself off watching you squirt. It's actually pretty hot."I was stunned. Absolutely stunned. And finally said, "Karly caught me, and I was more embarrassed about that than anything in the world. And now, I. If one of the coaches spotted her out of her room after curfew, they'd think she'd snuck off to see her boyfriend, Randy. The young quarterback's spunk, viscously sliding down the walls of her immature vagina and collecting in her dampening cheer-panties, reminded her that they would be correct in such an assumption.The evening had worked out well enough. The fourteen-year-old freshman cheerleader was staying in the state capital, along with the rest of the cheerleading squad and the boys'. As the smaller beasts handled the fighting inside, the behemoths were busy chasing down cars and battling residents on foot. They raced across the snow-covered ground like they were weightless, propelled by colossal muscles and inhuman power. On one of the roads leading out of the city, a cop car had stopped and the officer, not on Misato’s payroll, was opening fire with an M16. One of Dominion’s troops charged towards him, a deep grunt rumbling in its throat with each mighty footfall. The. Angela reached out tentatively, placing her hand on the warm, soft flesh. She wrapped her fingers round it, only just encircling it. Immediately she felt it pulsate as Jack moaned.“It moved,” she said, taking her hand away in shock, then watching avidly as the soft flesh began to swell and start to stand rigid.“Oh my god,” she shrieked, “Look at it getting bigger, can l hold it again.”She didn’t wait for a reply, just reached out, taking hold of it.“Look,” she said, “l can’t get my fingers.