It sprang up, fully engorged and the girl looked at it and squealed, "Wait" and tried to pull her knees together, her hands out on my chest, real fear...in her face. I looked down at it and it looked normal to me, thick and round, heavy veined and helmet headed, surely no longer than her forearm, fiercely hard, a true cudgel if a bit knobby and bent up toward the rafters, oozing a bit of lubrication.I cupped her butt with one hand and massaged her mound with my knuckles while our lips and tongues. She knelt on the groundin front of me. "You may use your hands to free my cock, Isabella. Butafter that, you will get me off with just your mouth."Without a word of protest, she unzipped my pants, and pulled my cock outof my plain white boxers. I looked down at her and felt ten feet tall,the look of complete submission in her eyes making me feel completelydominant. My entire body felt like it was coursing with masculineenergy, my veins pumping extra strength testosterone to every flexingmuscle. I drove my way towards home. I didn't ask him about his day because I had a better place to ask that. I kept his focus going on the house works by telling him continuously about how the house goes dusty and the clothes remain undone by the washerwoman we appointed. Tushar showed some interest before I drove us home. We entered in the house.He was just about to leave for the bathroom. I saw his stance towards the bathroom before speaking, "Remember what I told you about the washerwoman baby, she. My body might be dead ordying, but I was somehow also hovering in spirit form above the scene ofviolence like the gods and the spirit of Wondrous Woman. Perhaps theirpresence so close to me was why I seemed rather calm about my death andeverything despite the extreme danger and violence of it all. And it mightalso be the cause of my spirit hovering above my... body. Whatevermetaphysical force they used to pull Wondrous Woman out of her mortalshell must have hooked my dying spirit in the same.