He grasp the thick shaft of his flaccid penis with his right hand and lifted and shook it to its full length, then began urinating heavily into the ur...nal. My own penis was now beginning to rise to a full erection and I started to slowly stroke it between my thumb and fingers as I sat mesmerized by the erotic sight which was unfolding before me. As he urinated he continued to lift his shaft, pulling the circumcised skin back from his widely flared, plumb sized glans, while directing the golden. From that discovery it was only a short interval until he discovered my pert, firm breasts. Six months of heavy estrogen doses, and large breasted genetics in both my maternal and paternal lines, had produced small but perfectly formed, inverted ice cream cones that jiggled pleasantly but never sagged, topped with silver dollar sized maroon aureoles.I raised my arms, as if in surrender, and he pulled my sweatshirt off. Jon, the silver tongued pedagogue, was tongue tied with surprise and lust:. I gave him the dirtiest look I could muster and covered my still sopping wet breasts with my arms. He seemed unfazed by my aggressive reaction and placed his back legs in between my knees. With his powerful back legs, he forced my knees apart. I yelped in surprise and shock at his strength. With one fell push, he had opened my knees wide apart, once again exposing my dripping wet vagina to the moonlit room. His front paws rested next to me, holding up his torso as he gently dipped his hind legs. "That won't work either," replied Lanie. "You made them ritually unclean once you touched them. I literally have nothing to wear tonight." She started to break down into angry sobs. "And now I can't go to the Ball tonight and it's all because of you!" Lanie, darling, don't cry," consoled George, as he moved to embrace her."Don't touch me! Isn't it enough that you broke your word about dressing in my clothes and now you ruined the most important evening of the year for me?"George.