..all alone." She put her head back on her arms. "If you hate me, I will understand. If you want me to leave, Iwill turn over everything I own to you,...and move away. There ismore than enough money for you to live the rest of your life incomfort." She started to cry again, and soon was wracked by hersobbing."What she has not said is that the changes are mostly notreversible. Even if you are still capable of fathering c***dren,which is remotely possible, you will always be tiny down there,and. That was when she let out with a soul-satisfying moan. It wasn’t as loud as her scream, but I could tell that it was caused by extreme pleasure. My feelings at this point were amazing. My cock was totally surrounded by female flesh, and I was almost overcome with the sensations. Beth kept moving slightly, and I could feel her skin rubbing against mine in the most pleasant manner.“Come on, Bob, get moving. It ain’t over yet!”“Sorry, Beth, but the feeling of being buried in you was so great that. Not moving a muscle, asmile spread across her face as she heard his deep,regular breathing. Without turning, she pictured hislong frame stretched across the bed. Even as she drank in the stimuli to her senses, she feltthe fullness of her sore cunt. Her body started a slowroll to her stomach, and was caught short by the searingpressure and pain of her tits against the bed. Shestretched her legs and gasped at the stinging of herthighs. Trying desperately to take a quiet deep breath, sheregretted. Her green eyes sparkled. The part of my heart I had left melted. Siofra was at a small desk in the corner with some drawing paper. She smiled at me too. Today Teresa was wearing a white wool sweater with a gold Christmas tree pin and her hair framed her face. That was all I could see behind the desk. She was beautiful. She hung up and finished putting some notes in her computer and then said,"How was your evening? It was kind of late when we got in last night. I was a bit disappointed not to.