Her hole was hot and hungry for what I was packing, and the little slut worked her hips to get all the pleasure she could out of my pole. My balls tig...tened and that tension built. Your cooch is workin all the cum out of my balls, slut! Are you gonna cum? she moaned. You best believe it! With a grunt, I flooded her cunt a second time. Her back went rigid, and she howled like a bitch-wolf at the moon, her cooch going grazy about my pecker. Then she collapsed on my chest, her pillowy breasts. "I think you're a very nice man, Mr. Cubbings..." Do you really?" he bubbled with an almost childish excitement."You can knock off the fake speech impediment," she growled."Well," he looked furtively around the room, "can you keep a secret?" Yeah, I can keep a secret." She let the trench coat slip open a little further. One breast's round, red nipple was exposed."The truth of the matter is, I had a speech impediment like that. And it really was caused by a war injury, well, not an injury. .. I hope." There was a slight chance my trick could be bothdangerous and hard to control, but the news that I probably had a trickof some kind still cheered me up."And this..." He pointed to my left big toe on the scan. "Does ithurt?" Oh... a little, I guess. I stubbed my toe Saturday afternoon; whatwith feeling so uncomfortable all over after my Twist, I haven't reallynoticed it that much." Well, that proves it, then. Even a subtle physical Twist, that justchanged things inside you. The appointment was the typical lung function test and the usual lecture about smoking and I was glad to get away from the clinic. I decided to have a spot of lunch while I was at the hospital but needed a piss first. Now I admit I'm a 'shy pisser' and generally try to get a free cubicle. Plus now I have to lug an oxygen cylinder around it's just easier to use a cubicle so I can sit and take my time. I found the toilets and went into the single cubicle, dropped my pants and sat on the pan. I.