Urine came outthere as well as the tip, so I could no longer pee standing withoutmaking a mess on the floor. My days at the urinal were over.By the se...enth day, you could hardly call it a penis, it was just alittle nub jutting out of my scrotum, with an opening partway down forthe pee.On the eighth day, I saw that my scrotum was beginning to split in two,with a vertical opening between the two halves.By the next morning the vertical opening went all the way down, and itcould no longer be called. But first he wanted to see my pussy one last time. I stood up and lifted my dress up. He touched my pussy and gently rubbed the ointment around a little. Then he patted my ass and sent me to bed. I told him again how sorry I was that I couldn’t fuck him tonight.He told me that my mouth was the second best thing he ever felt. I smiled and went to bed. As I lay there I was thinking of first Dan and then of my dad. I fell asleep and all I could dream of was cocks and balls and cum. I was floating. A slow number started and they started swaying to the music. ‘You’re tense. What did Rosalie say?’ Chris asked his voice low. Cassie shot him a dirty look and said nothing. Sighing, Chris pulled her to him and began telling her. ‘Rosalie and I dated when I was 24. We even got engaged five years later, but the engagement broke up when she had a fling with a man richer than me. When she found out that he wasn’t all that he claimed to be, she tried coming back, but I had seen through her. She was. However, I definitely remember what happened sometime during the middle of the night.We had a large family and so the beds in the house were full. One of my younger sisters slept on the couch, giving her bed to Vera. One couple took my bedroom, but it was a warm summer night so I slept outside on the ground in my sleeping bag and some man used several blankets to sleep on the ground as well, but he was some distance away from me.I was sleeping soundly but was awakened by a noise I had not heard.