In the middle of the room is a girl.She is naked, Lust personified. A wet dream come to life.Wanton appetitedesperate for physicial attention.You star... to head toward her, and suddenly, you feel a shock runningthrough your body."Sorry about that. Its a defence mechanism to keep the orderlies fromtouching the patient," a voice says over an intercom.You watch her for a moment, and then turn, and leave the room.Later, you are talking with the man whose voice you heard over theintercom."Strange. It had only been several days since his pubic hair had been cut into this shape and it still fascinated him. His entire body was now treated daily with a depilatory to include his penis and scrotum and were smooth and devoid of hair. He was, however, allowed to retain his pubic hair which had been shaved and shaped with a razor to the shape of a small heart with the point ending directly above his penis. It certainly accentuated the size of his penis. The apron did nothing to cover up either. The subway to midtown didn't bother him. Like the plane that had brought him to America, it had enough space to relax him. And he liked being underground. He didn't mind stretch limos as much either for similar spatial reasons, though the more stretched the better. Buses weren't too horrible unless crowded. Cars made him feel like being inside a steel trap about to be crushed or buried, sort of a rolling coffin.Fortunately the house situated just on the other side of Fort Lee from the George. My pussy clenched, forcing out more and more of my son’s jizz. Hot rivulets of his spunk ran down my thighs. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying breasts. I grunted and groaned, my hands balled into fists. I was so close. Just a few more strokes, and I would explode.“Yes, yes, you’re doing it!” I moaned, squeezing my bowels tight around Lance’s big dick. I wanted to cum on his ebony shaft. “Keep fucking your teacher! Keep showing your teacher-pet that she’s your.
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