I was allergic to housework of all kinds but for some reason it didnt seem so bad at the moment, I think I was just horny and trying to score points w...th her. I was hoping she was ready for more one-on-one time with my cock. So I helped her clear the table, load the dish washer and wipe down the counters. We were standing by the sink admiring our handiwork when she bumped me with her hip and smiled at me. Thanks for the help, youre sweet, she said. Youre welcome, I said, easing up closer to. They felt so heavy. She squatted down and had to pick them up with two hands. She hefted them then let go and they fell. As she did I felt them hit the floor. The table was at least three feet off the ground. My sack had grown and stretched that much. “Well congratulation Scott. I think you have surpassed the old record. I would say you have about 15 lbs of silicone in your cock and scrotum. I’ve never seen one hit the floor like that. Your sack is about the size of a basketball and your cock. "Emily!" her parents scream in unison, horrified that she just said that. "What? I was only being honest. Aren't you both always saying we should be honest?" Good one Em, throw their words back at them, that won't make them mad." JJ offers sarcastically, smiling. JJ turns looking at Jarod and Micheal, "I'm sorry again about thinking you were a" That's alright really" Micheal says cutting him off, embarrassed enough for one day. "So... you any good?" Micheal asks changing the subject, pointing. Even when she was a child. The news told of another victim on the California/Oregon border to the Serial Killer, but Police were still not releasing information. ** He stood naked in the kitchen of a small Northern California town. In the soft moonlight shining in from the kitchen window he could see the slick red fluid that covered his naked, hairless body. It looked like paint, and to him it might as well have been. This was his craft. This was his own personal brand of art. In the rooms.