She was massaging it while I kept playing her boobs. She slowly brought her hands to the front. That first touch of her warm hand on my cock sent a ch...ll down my spine and felt like I had just entered heaven.I have a six-inch tool. She was a little amazed by its extra thickness. She started giving me a handjob and in the meanwhile, I slid my hand into her panties. She was clean shaved and utterly wet. I entered a couple of fingers in her pussy and she started to moan.We couldn’t take the risk. But none of those things arelikely obstacles in your case."Todd suddenly looked startled; he glanced sidelong at Bethany and backat me."But we might have to try several times, several months in a row, evenso.I want it." All right. This time tomorrow?"-----When they came back the next day, they'd already used the stuff I'dsold them the day before; Bethany was a man, not the man he'd beenwhen he first walked into my shop a couple of years earlier, but a maleversion of Todd's ideal woman plus a. Her internal abrasions from the sharp edges of the rod, the scratches on her skin, her raw nipples and even rawer clitoris and vulva. She had examined the discarded rod from where it lay when she removed it, casting it across the room. The archeologists would have killed her had they known. That mattered little to her. The rod was now a lifeless artifact. Even the traces of her glue job were nowhere in evidence. Perhaps they had been fused by some action that wasn't important. There was no. I cried some, but mostly, I was numb. I drove home, and the message light was blinking on the house phone. It was her.“Hi, Rand,” she started. “I’m sorry to do this to you. I really am. I listened to your messages a little while ago and wanted to wait until I knew you’d be at group before I called. Theresa’s going to help you get everything finished on Saturday. I hope she explained. I just ... You deserve better than what I can offer right now. I’m sorry. I ... I’ll understand if you meet.