It was need, acompulsion, that drove her to become what she was intended, by God ornature or both, to be.Sheila had no reply for Russ' spiteful commen.... She herself did notunderstand completely why she'd chosen, at the endpoint of hertransformation, to retain her cock and balls. All her life, she'd wantednothing more than to be rid of them forever. In the end, however, she'dfound herself unable to part with them. Many times, she'd tried, in herown mind, to account for her ambiguous feelings. The next morning I was awaked to having my morning wood being sucked it was so sensitive I shot off in her mouth instantly, rolling over on my belly I offered her my brown and said, do me baby, please fuck me, she wasted no time and was buried in me balls deep and pounding me harder than she had ever done, which made me come and her at the same time filling me and overflowing my brown and down my balls and cock to mix with my load on the sheets, she pumped me a few more times and whispered in. If you are asked why you did something, wait for me to interject, your motives are none of their business, just your actions, I’ll make them restate the question.’ There was a knock on the door then and when told to enter Barb stepped in. ‘Good news Ken, your arm is not broken. There is extensive and deep bruising, and a few cracks, but no breaks. You will need to wear a sling for a couple of weeks and then do some physical therapy, but that is all. I told the doc about the scalpel you had. They took a moment to go over to the post office and see how much damage was actually done. The fires were all out, and the smoke had stopped. Taylor was a little amazed that the destruction was so limited. The front of the building was a shambles, with most of the area around the post office boxes gone completely. You could now look through the holes created by the explosion, and see into the part of the post office where they had been doing all the packing to ship mail. There actually seemed.