Some men were made just for that purpose. They were called the HUNTED. Men made for women to make out some of there most deadly wishes. Other cocks we...e enlarging to satisfy the women knew powers. Most men could go without breathing for longer so they could go down on the women.There were medicine chambers where you could heal certain fatal wounds. Soon there were men who came to like being used. They liked being pets and protected. There were certainly no wars. Women got out there sadistic and. Of Gilbert leaving for over-seas a year ago ... of my unanswered letters to him ... our romance lost in the past ... of Guy leaving home for his studies... We get to the end of my lane and I ask Jones to drop me off.When I thank him he grins broadly; his pipe clenched in his jaw. “The pleasure was all mine Mrs Chiverton ... if I can ever be of service?” he said knowingly,” Anyway be sure to enjoy your leave and your sunbathing Mrs Chiverton!”As I walk down my tranquil lane, I daydream of. I held my arms half bent at my waist and very slightly moved my shoulders opposite my hips in time, like a girl. A graceful girl. I entered the store, slowly walking past a skinny woman in a white sleeveless blouse. She looked at me, and paused. I managed to smile at her but kept going. The thought of her noticing my androgynous clothes and makeup made my knees weak. I walked to the hair care aisle, passing a college-aged girl in sweat pants shorts and a tank top that didn't cover her blue bra. It was terrific. Above me hanging large bouncing breasts and my tongue deep in a woman. Soon she pressed me down to the floor and starting to put my penis slowly into her vagina. So slow that it went in centimeter by centimeter. It was a wonderful feeling. Finally I was in, full. And then she circled around my penis. I started moaning loudly, which she prevented by stuffing her husbands prick into my mouth. Goodness. But you know what? It was very good. I still could see her breasts wobbling in.