Ken laid his helmet on the bar, and asked, “Has Joel got here yet?”One of the cops answered, “Yeah, he’s in the back room with Bennie.”“Th...nks, Mack,” Ken answered. “We need a few minutes of peace and quiet. Can you cover our back door?”“Sure, Ken. No problem.”Ken headed to the back of the building, passing the storeroom and both bathrooms along the way. At the door at the end of the hall he tapped twice, paused, and then tapped thrice. A small, mousy character opened the door and greeted Ken. With a teenaged giggle, she dropped down to her knees and started to lick Doctor Glynis’s hairy snatch to taste my recent emission.When I sat the girl’s wagging behind swaying like a bull’s eye for my still semi-erect tool of creation, I spread her cheeks with both hands and scored a home run in her flanks without delay. Now, all three of us were connected like a single person with the twin’s tongue in Doctor Glynis’s pussy and my happy cock in the twin’s backside. Of course, I immediately. It was only tested on two volunteers who bothsuffered full complete and permanent hair loss including head hair,eyebrows, pubic hair and everything else. While the firm had produced aquantity of the virus for sale, the project was abandoned as commerciallyunfeasible.Another more promising research avenue focused on the cellular mechanismsinvolved in the production of estrogen. This tailored virus would turnany cell it infected into an estrogen producing cell. Post-menopausalwomen were the. Then hefound a gallery of nearly a hundred pictures of the same guy who lookedlike he could be Peter's father. It was obviously not Frank, but in themiddle of a seriously horny and kinky masturbatory haze he could look atthe guy and imagine it was his father wearing the sexy corsets and bras andgarter belts. When there was a close-up a very hard cock poking from a pairof silky pink panties, he began to imagine it was his father's cock andsoon he was obsessing on how his father's cock must look.