He imagined them inside of her, tickling and caressing hidden folds inside of her canal with expertise only known to an individual acting on themselve.... A dozen different heads, each no bigger than a garden snake, spread her open like a fist. And he wondered if her wrist hadn’t blocked the view if he could have seen a large protruding bump as the tentacles fucked her. Morrison could feel the hard-on pressing up against his pants, adjusting himself as he sheepishly remembered his task. He looked. When he got in front of the mirror, he was astounded. He wasbeautiful! He was his own wet dream! He then worried and grabbed at hiscrotch. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt his dick inside hispanties. But it was complete. He was his own fantasy girl, an ultra-largebreasted, big dicked female.He went into his bedroom, intending to play with himself a bit. Later he'dgo out and find a girl or a guy and use his equipment on them. He didn'tunderstand it, but he was going to have fun. Now remain like that." Manuela's bosoms had clearly tightened, and her tummy roll had become somewhat flatter, and she put her arms over her head and now again heard the judgement. She still had hope - but no objection was to be heard from her man, whom she clearly saw in the first row of spectators before the platform. Instead she saw the Executioner coming to her. Manuela trembled, her whole body trembled, when the strong man stepped up to her. But she did not tremble only with fear, no,. “Does that bother you?” she asked.“No, not at all,” I said, “I just… I… I never would have guessed...” I floundered again.“It’s OK, I’ll take it as a compliment,” she said, sticking her tongue out in an adorable way. “That’s not something I normally blurt out to people I’ve just met, by the way,” she went on, “but if I can’t be honest about it today, of all days, when can I?” It would turn out that there was another very good reason why she wanted to tell me this fact before the conversation.