”“I have no idea where my shit goes, but this thing works like a girls,” Trent explains. “I even have to piss like a girl.”“That’s weird...” Dwayne renders. “What’s it feel like?”“I can’t even tell I’m wearing it,” he explains. “It even feels like it’s my own skin. I feel everything like I normally would. It is even...” he stops himself there. Dwayne is already having a hard time believing what it is he is seeing. The last thing he needs is his friend thinking that he is crazy in telling him it. She grinned happily and swallowed my cum. I was exhilarated and grabbed her from the floor. I put her on the bed. I pulled her petticoat shift her hips and now I had a good view of her wet hot pussy.I was ready to dig in to her pussy at this point. I slid the panties to one side and kissed her gently on her slit. Her pussy was softer than my girlfriend’s, but she tasted sweet and her juices invited me in. I ran my tongue as far down toward her ass as I could and back up. She was lifting her ass. The punch was hardanyway but more so because she wasn't expecting it. Her legs were nolonger supporting her and she slid slowly down the wall she had beenleaning on. She reached on the floor and lay in a heap like a rag dollthat had been tossed into a corner. After the second wave of pain shefelt sick. She wrenched but there was nothing inside of her to bring upand the action brought on even mores waves. She did not see him lifthis leg indeed she saw or heard nothing of what went on next."Hey. .. I am, a bit thirsty. Parched, actually. Don't you think we deserve a drink? Just a refreshment." he said with a fake hoary voice.Even though I was carrying Eileen on one shoulder, I managed to kick him in the nuts right about when he was about to cross the street anyhow. I looked at him and saw the universally recognisable, painful expression of a man feeling a little smaller."That was for earlier. You can get a drink when I'm alive, the job is done, and Eileen is back where she belongs."And.