'Prince seems to be suffering from swelling. Er, swelling of, mmmm'. Amanda hesitated for a second. 'Swelling of the testicles, Doctor'.It was true. A... she'd walked in behind the dog her eyes had been glued to the specatcle of his two tennis-ball sized glands literally bouncing agianst his buttocks as he walked. It was a painful sight to witness.'Better get him up on the bench then' said Dr G. encouraging Prince up onto the examination table. Standing there, his face was almost level with. Carla was hot. Somehow, the idea of getting her pregnant excited him even more. His juice gushed down the hard dick. It shot out the end, in spurt after spurt of sperm filled semen. Carla was hot and needed to be fucked like this. If he got her pregnant he did not care. That would be even hotter somehow. The van smelled like hot sex now and Jackie was well aware that Bruce shot his load. His shaking body and convulsing motions gave it away. He fell in a heap on Carla and she held him close not. I'll take the one on the right." We stepped out and shot each one from about fifty feet in the back. It was not really sporting but they planned to shoot our folks from ambush. It's a tough life. We moved up slowly.As we did, the shots slowed. Neither Mike nor Ann had that much ammunition and would be running low. We looked out from the dead guys former ambush point and saw Mike and Ann moving slowly toward us. Their rifles were shouldered but both had pistols in hand. I saw Mike aim and shoot. In with my arms, over my broad, round shoulders and across my 44 inch chest. A light tug on the lapels and it's in place. The artfully tailored garment envelopes my body, hugging my torso in all the right places, while still allowing me to bend, move and flex with ease. A silk handkerchief is stuffed into the top pocket. White, to match the shirt. I turn my body left and right in the full length mirror, taking in the complete look. This suit doesn't just fit, it flatters my form and accentuates.