I don’t like the idea, though!” he told her, setting her up gently for the disappointment he knew he would cause later when he would tell her, as he knew he would, that he was quitting after that first class. “Man, what a great day! Big cock but, she was sure, for the better. Jeremy stood in his room, wearing just his Nike t-shirt, as he clawed open the package, tossing the wrapper and insert into the garbage and feeling the tights. Do classes start tomorrow?” he asked, clutching his hands in front of himself while bouncing up and down on his cute tights-covered toes. Come on, you always say you’ll try anything once! He smiled more broadly this time, only feeling the now-pleasant tingle from his tights-clad legs, not the 800,000 microscopically tiny nanites coursing through his body up to his head, with short pit-stops along the way.
