This blog is set to give you all the relevant wetsuit stitch and seam information for you to make an informed decision. Sounds perfect but the downside is free passage for cold water to enter your suit. What is Flatlock stitch? Picture your duck dive, especially the moment that you arch your back to trim towards the surface. For the weekend warrior, the GBS is the best option because the seal is great, the stretch is immense and the price is agreeable.
Hope that helps! Thank you so much! Sherry, I do add the same amount back in, but to be frank I am not as 'exact' as you. I am going to try your alternative adjustment and keep the CB fold next time. It's easy to misdiagnose your fitting problems!
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Some episodes are caused by specific events, like a sprain, traumatic injury or herniated disc.
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- They seem to serve no purpose to the health of a dog other than marking and identification.
- A sway back is where the natural inward curve of the spine at the back waist is exaggerated.
Some episodes are caused by specific events, like a sprain, traumatic injury or herniated disc. David Borenstein, rheumatologist and clinical professor of medicine at George Washington University. The body has two sacroiliac joints, one on each side of the spine. The SI joint is often associated with premenstrual syndrome—related back pain, as well as back pain during and after pregnancy , says Chen.
Ligaments around the pelvis stretch to prepare for birth, putting extra stress on the joints and the nerves around them. SI joint pain can also happen to men and women as a result of a physical trauma or, very rarely, a bacterial infection. The pain may worsen when bending, running, climbing stairs, jumping or after sitting for long periods of time.
Treatment for SI joint-related issues usually involves anti-inflammatory drugs and physical therapy that targets the muscles around the joint. In severe cases, steroid injections or radiofrequency ablation—the use of an electric current to numb a painful joint—can also provide short-term relief. A back specialist is the best person to diagnose and treat pain related to the SI joint, she says, and to rule out other injuries.
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Her nethers were pulped with such force that her lower body exploded, and the flames consumed all that was left. Licking from anal gland issues will be frequent and intense, since it is driven by discomfort and it will often be difficult to distract your dog from it. I hung with my buddies for the rest of the night before our flight out in the morning. R67 etc etc, how do you get those things in a pair of pants? Sakura focused chakra into her fist.
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But it was futile, and she knew it. Even if every ounce of her will was converted to spite and defiance she could do nothing to overpower these two in her current position. You think that'll keep me from holding a grudge? I'll cut off your head and use it as a fleshlight!
It'll be over very soon. An audible ripping noise was heard, and Temari snarled a final curse, but it was cut off, choked and trailed in a wet sort of gurgling as the woman's body was pushed beyond all limits of endurance. Temari split at the seams, and Ino and Tenten came vigorously into her remains. Anko's body writhed, slick with sweat, her eyes wild and her breasts heaving, her ass leaping as it was penetrated by a thick, gnarled root.
She would have cried out were her mouth not stuffed, her throat not bulging as it was gagged by a stout branch. Tree limbs wrapped around her breasts like tentacles in a hentai, and her cunt was stuffed with three great roots, her stomach bulging obscenely with their outlines.
Kurenai's face was as red as her eyes, and she moaned around the squamous girth of a great serpent, a snake that bored into her maw and down her throat. Her stomach, too, was bulging from their penetrations.
Kurenai and Anko faced off, Yuuhi and Mitarashi fighting to the death. They both glared daggers, defiance glittering in their eyes, their voluptuous bodies wracked by the gang rape penetrations inflicted by their respective opponents.
Two cocks of equal size throbbed with hateful glee at the sight of their opponents so afflicted, and with secret shameful pleasure at being driven to this final resort.
It was a mortal contest between two grown kunoichi, two rival futanari filled with an equal lust for blood and sex. They raped each other violently, forcibly thrusting into their bodies with such power and quantity that they visibly strained and deformed.
Anko felt like she was on fire. The bark of the roots rubbed her insides raw, and she felt the tree limbs coil and bunch and branch out inside her, growing within her belly.
She felt like she was being slowly ripped apart, her ass ready to split along its cleft, her pelvis like it had been reduced to dust, her head swimming with no breath able to come inward. Kurenai was dying. She could feel it, she could feel the snakes coiling inside her womb, digging envemoned fangs into her unprotected innards, twisting around her vital organs. She couldn't tell whether they'd crush her or poison or blow her apart, but her body was at the limit whatever the case.
Knowing she had little time, she pushed out her chakra. For a moment, Anko and Kurenai looked at each other with matching expressions of hate and desire. Then their bodies gave way, and they were torn into shreds. When Naruko and Sakura arrived at the final battlegrounds for this round of their bloody game of death, it was to see Hinata waiting patiently, demure and peaceful until she caught a glimpse of Naruko.
Then her lips curled, and she nearly snarled in anticipation. How'd she snuff the cunt? Hinata shrugged. She leered at her girlfriend's especially generous tits, and teasingly she grabbed the base of her dick. Hinata watched this with a mix of hunger and caution, perceiving the gesture as both an invitation and a threat.
Sakura swayed her hips and crossed her arms under her own fairly ample tits. It wasn't long before Ino arrived, wiping the last traces of blood from her cock. But wits'll only get you so far, baby. Better I get you than some unworthy cunt like Hinata or Naruko, after all. Naruko grinned and stroked her cock like she was fingering the hilt of a sword. Sakura purred and clenched a fist, her sharinnegan flashing perilously.
I don't suppose we're waiting for anyone else? There wasn't so much as a moment for Ino to react. Then Ino was on her back, and Hinata had gotten on top of her. With a wet squelch, the Hyuuga heiress shoved her cock up Ino's cunt, and she began fucking the blonde quickly and savagely, intending to get herself off and inflate her victim to the point of bursting.
But in doing this, she naturally exposed her own big, white, bouncy ass to Naruko and Sakura. Neither of them was inclined to be merciful. Naruko formed a rasengan. Sakura focused chakra into her fist. The latter lunged forward and rammed said fist between Hinata's buttocks, grinding knuckles against the rim of her anus, before driving her fist right up the Hyuuga's asshole. Hinata had only a moment to appreciate her lapse in judgement before her lower body was reduced to a fine mist by the force of Sakura's fisting.
Naturally, the laws of physics being what they were, a blow of such strength could not strike Hinata who was mounted atop Ino without much of the energy also being transferred into Ino's body. Sakura was fully aware of this, and it did not give her pause for even an instant.
After all, this was just a game, a genjutsu world in which they could live out their vilest fantasies. Ino's eyes always seemed a little blank and soulless, their color dull and flat, irides without pupils. It was an eerie effect that much suited a wielder of the Yamanaka clan's mental ninjutsu, and an effect that Sakura had always appreciated. They were dead fish eyes devoid of life. This was especially fitting in that moment.
The ground beneath Ino cracked and cratered, Sakura's fist having driven straight through Hinata's nethers to penetrate her girlfriend's cunt. Ino didn't even have time to scream—or moan, whichever she would have favored. Both Ino and Hinata were reduced instantly to a smear of dark red by Sakura's fatal fisting attack. The pinkette grinned. Then I'm the winner. Chakra was kneaded, channeled, focused, imbued.
Energies deep and potent stirred within the two girls, seals spreading over Sakura's brow and Naruko's navel. Sharinnegan blazed, and eyes with cross-shaped pupils glared. A shroud of golden fire wrapped around her dick, forming a bestial visage. Armor of chakra that would have enveloped a giant was concentrated around her cock as layers of hardened shadow like a helm.
Naruko raised up the rasengan she had been forming, and it shrank and darkened, becoming a miniature bijuudama. Her arm visibly strained under the weight of the chakra. With her large, plump tits rising and falling in time with slow, determined breath Naruko bowed her frame and kicked off of the ground, darting toward Sakura and lowering the mini bijuudama.
She closed the distant in a moment, and thrust her arm forward, bringing her jutsu to bear. Sakura held out her hand and caught Naruko's, threading their fingers and pressing their palms together. She smiled wryly at the blonde and snuffed the bijuudama like a candle, absorbing it with the power of her rinnegan.
Naruko's eyes brightened at this, something that might have been amusement or annoyance. Cute, kissable lips quirked ruefully upward. She brought her fist up, and she drove it into the underside of Naruko's teat.
The blonde gasped in pain, and her tits leaped up violently from the force of Sakura's blow, smacking Naruko right in her face. Sakura lunged forward, pressing the attack. The susanoo armor shrouding her cock shimmered menacingly, and she leered with all the potency of Sasuke's former doujutsu at Naruko's pussy.
She brought her other fist forward, and the air rippled in a visible distortion of light from the bow wave of her punch. It was a sound like a hurricane, the rush of her knuckles. Her body was rigid and unyielding in its frame, though the softer tissues of her curvaceous figure reacted predictably to the incredible momentum of Sakura's punch.
The ground cratered massively beneath them. The raised platform on which they fought cracked severely, looking nearly ready to split asunder. Naruko's staff strained against Sakura's fist, trembling and just barely able to hold the blow at bay. Sweat beaded down the blonde's forehead, and her tits wobbled obscenely from the continuing aftershocks of Sakura's ungodly punch.
She pulled back and skipped a few strides away from Naruko, shaking her hand absently. A bruise was forming across her knuckles.
Naruko, wincing visibly from the strain of holding back Sakura's ungodly powerful fist, breathed out and met the pinkette's eyes.
Sakura sprang out of the way, but they tracked her movements fairly well, all but one of the orbs swerving to follow her motion. The odd one out, which had been the nearest to her before her evasive maneuver, struck the ground where Sakura had been standing moments before, and exploded. Debris showered them from the blast, and Sakura had to continue dodging with all of her ability to evade the other orbs. One caught her in the side, and if not for the medical jutsu she'd learned from her mentor Sakura probably would have died with part of her torso blown clear out.
But she was able to regenerate, and the next two orbs she caught with her fists, countering their explosions with full force punches. The last one Sakura was ready for, and pivoting her hips she caught it with her susanoo-clad cock.
She ripped the truth-seeking orb apart, and it exploded uselessly against the diamond hard sheathing of her shaft. Naruko's bijuu chakra shrouded cock collided with Sakura's susanoo pecker, their tits sliding this way and that, up and down and side to side, while they practically fenced with their cocks, each struggling to get inside the other's cunt.
Had they been clenching iron clubs between their legs, they could have struck with no greater force than their phalluses exerted, those cocks heavy and hardened enough to shatter bones and rupture steel plate. It was a clash of titans, an awesome and yet ridiculous duel of horny, bloodthirsty futanari. But they could not hold a stalemate forever. Eventually, as in fencing, one of them would slip and leave themselves open. Eventually the pinkette managed to strike Naruko's cock such a blow as to knock it out of her way, to make Naruko gasp in pain and seize up.
In that instant, Sakura pushed Naruko to the ground and lifted her hips, exposing the blonde's round, ruddy ass.
Naruko had just enough time to appreciate this instant of vulnerability, to see the fucking and killing intent in Sakura's eyes and know that she was about to die. Then she thrust herself in between Naruko's plump, juicy buttocks.
Naruko had just enough time to curse Sakura before she was simultaneously pulverized and incinerated. Her nethers were pulped with such force that her lower body exploded, and the flames consumed all that was left. It was so quick it couldn't even be called gruesome.
It was as clean as wiping away a stain. Naruko just It took a lot of finagling to get it just right, and it's obviously really over the top.
Get an Invitation. Game of Bones EvilFuzzy9 Summary: With Sasuke's sharinnegan, Sakura devises an illusion world where she and her futa comrades can indulge their sickest desires in a grand game of sex and murder.
Work Text: Ninja were generally not emotionally well adjusted. Post Comment Note: All fields are required. Your email address will not be published. Name: Email: Comment characters left. I hung with my buddies for the rest of the night before our flight out in the morning. The three of us sat together in the terminal waiting for the flight, a little worn out from the night before.
Next to me, Jake had loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves on his white Oxford, still neatly tucked into his brown pants. Ryan looked much the same except he wore a blue shirt like mine, which was tucked into a pair of black pants. They both looked totally hot, Jake as he read a brief and played with a pen in his mouth, Ryan as he leaned back and ran his hands through his shaggy blond hair.
But in their hearts they were still running shirtless on the beach getting drunk and chasing waves. But today I was distracted from my two hunky coworkers by a couple of groups who were apparently going to be joining us on our flight.
The first was a foursome of businessmen just like us, clearly based in New York they had a look and all four just oozing the sexual confidence of a year-old big-time trader. He also had a loose tie around his neck and an impressive bulge in his tight brown pants.
But I could tell these guys were assholes, and my first snippet of overheard conversation confirmed it. The guys laughed, looking at Parker, the black-haired Adonis. Jensen frowned as Corelli and the tall blond hunk laughed. I said nothing, just turned away. Weirdly enough, they were also talking about an encounter with a gay guy. He was gorgeous in his jock anger, his biceps and pecs tensing beneath his gray t-shirt like he wanted to fight the queer right there.
Morris, a stacked blond just like Nichols, was nodding and clenching his fists. The other two ate it up—Stanton, a smaller guy but very handsome with shaggy blond hair, and Foley, an innocent-looking stud who was easily the hottest of the bunch. Jake and Ryan had heard those little excerpts too, and were smiling to each other. The memories were apparently fairly arousing for my buddy—I made out the outline of his handsome bulge for a split second before looking away.
I wished—just briefly, but very intensely—that guys like that could see the way I felt for once. Just then our flight was announced and we all lined up to go in. Inside the plane, Jake and Ryan were across the aisle from each other with me in the seat behind Jake.
The four New York traders sat all in one row, Parker and Corelli on one side, Jensen and Bailey on the other, two rows in front of us. Parker cast me another cold glare as he saw me sitting down. Foley—to my surprise and delight—sat across the aisle from me. As we taxied out, Ryan and Jake talked a little business and I caught Morris giving the story of the offending fag to Ramirez, who grimaced appropriately.
The businessmen had now moved on top topic 2 for guys like them—girls. I could tell this was gonna be a long flight and prayed they had liquor. I leaned back in my seat and let my eyes flutter shut as the plane took off. I was awoken just ten minutes later by the feeling of something tingly rushing through my body. It started at my feet and worked its way all the way up to my head. By the time it passed, I was sitting up, wide awake, wondering what the hell had just happened.
I barely had time to catch my breath, though, before I heard a voice to my left. I looked over. Foley, the hottest of the five hot jocks, was staring at me in a way no straight guy had ever stared at me. He licked his lips, half nervously, half sexually. My cock sprang to life. Jensen, a foot shorter than Bailey, was kneeling in his seat, his face buried in the crotch of the standing blond stud. Bailey opened his eyes long enough to glance over at me.
Instead of a scowl, he smiled lustily, his expression asking silently if I wanted in next. Standing in shock, I looked back to the beautiful jock sitting next to me. He advanced on me, sex in his hot blue eyes. The muscular athlete grinned and pulled up his shirt, unbuckling his belt and shucking his tight jeans. I turned to my handsome LA jock and stared in his beautiful blue eyes. I felt his hands slide down my pants to grip my rock-hard cock.
He backed off, pulling on his green polo again. I marveled at how hot this kid was. That was it. It was astonishing how quickly it worked. I watched as Foley grunted and began to grow, his pecs and biceps swelling into the green polo, his shoulders broadening.
He wrapped me in his huge arms, kissing me hard as his massive chest and absolutely cut stomach pressed against me. I felt his cock growing beneath his jeans, pushing out and threatening to break free of its barrier. His ass also bulged farther into his pants, the bubble of his muscular bubble butt expanding. Corelli had also grown. Meanwhile his upper body was growing too, and he flexed powerfully, ripping the buttons off his shirt.
It fell open and suddenly I could see his huge, rounded pecs and magnificent eight-pack, all squeezing tight as Jensen lovingly sucked on his expanded prick. Foley had dropped his pants and was rubbing his muscular ass hard into my aching erection as I continued taking in the changes to the guys from the terminal. The gray t-shirt hugged his huge pecs tighter and tighter as his chest exploded with muscle. Nichols moaned, his hot shaggy blond California stud hair waving, as his dick poured precum onto the seat, growing longer and thicker with each creamy shot.
I was now full-on fucking Foley, feeling him growing beneath me just like his buddies. His tight obliques flexed and twisted as Morris grew. He was still making out with Ramirez, whose hunky Latin body had thickened all over and packed on layer after layer of cut muscle. Suddenly Morris moaned and I saw that Ramirez had dropped down to his leaking cock, grown from 7 to 9. I thought I was going to lose it right then, especially with Foley now squeezing his tight ass around my cock and grunting for me to fuck his tight straight-boy hole harder, but that was before I caught another glimpse of Ryan and Jake.
Ryan had bust out of his blue button-down, the shirt ripped in the front and at the seams on his shoulders. His handsome pecs had only gotten better, two beautiful bulges of muscle each topped off with a taut pink nipple.
His abs, which I could see as Jake ripped the shirt the rest of the way off, were now a gorgeous eight-pack. Beside him, Jake was still changing. My hunk buddy grew quickly into his white work shirt as Ryan kissed up and down his neck.
Jake moaned loudly, his back arching, as his chest and shoulders exploded into his shirt. Ryan helped him out of it, and my stud coworkers were both shirtless. And they only seemed to grow bigger as they took their first crack at hot male sex.
Jake leaned back, flexing his chest and arms and feeling them continue to grow out and define themselves into taut biceps and monstrous pecs. I had to admit, the dude looked really fucking good. It was toward the end of the summer when this crazy story happened—around the time when kids go out to ballgames less to watch a game than to get totally shitfaced and go nuts with their friends.
This was especially true for fans of teams like the Orioles, who tailed off into a pathetic losing record in August.
And this is when I showed up to their game against the worst team in the division, the Devil Rays. Terrible crowd—maybe 15, in the whole place, and half were drunk. And damn, were they drunk. From where my friends, Kerry and Derek, and I sat, we could see no fewer than four distinct groups of reveling students.
The two guys spelling GO, both brown-haired studs in cargo shorts and flip-flops, held onto each other precariously as the beer clouded their heads. The other two guys were even drunker—a built blond with the S painted carefully on his pecs and six-pack, his boxers and jeans hanging low enough that I could see all of his tight obliques, and another guy with a shaved head, sporting an O on his less defined but still bulky torso.
His mesh shorts rose to his weakly defined stomach and bulged out over his handsome ass. Both of them were slumped over the metal railing at the front of our section.
Two appeared to be twins, medium-sized, well-built and tan guys in a blue and white striped polo and a tight gray t-shirt. Their companion was a bigger guy, with brown hair like theirs but longer, and better muscled.
The twins both wore form-fitting jeans, but the shaggy-haired stud sported beige cargoes along with his nicely fitting navy blue and orange UVA t-shirt. Directly to our left, four studly Navy boys had come in uniform from Annapolis, where the Naval Academy was located.
All four were nicely built, very handsome, and having a good time. The guy in the middle was the hottest by far and the farthest gone—he leaned on his friends as they sat together, his impressive guns bulging into his black t-shirt as he squeezed their shoulders.
All three were Italian guys, but not huge guidos, just hot in that nicely muscled Mediterranean stud kind of way. The stud in the middle had a great ass, visible under his camo cargo shorts. I just wanted to reach over and grab it. His shoulders and back were beautiful, and his legs were incredible, from the calves down to where they sank into his loose gray New Balances. His buddies were not much less attractive. Both were dark-haired and well put together.
The guy on the left was a little taller, his muscular torso pressing hard into a button-down with the sleeves rolled up. Meanwhile, each of them had a hand on his tight muscle ass, holding him up.
I was getting hard, and fast.
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