They have no need to think about what I say either. If I say it, it must be true. I work for God after all.There was some fidgeting in crowd of teenag...rs.Who cares? Their next home will be in Hades.The Stones had not moved. They did not so much as twitch or blink.That's good. Absolute attention to what I say might save them.Maybe.Then I turned and looked directly at Jacob Stone. "By the grace of god I am here to talk to you. This funeral is for Sgt. David Stone, USMC. He entered hell recently.. Others were cleaning the monuments. Everyone had someone here, who they had lost from one way or another.Stopping the car, she climbed out. Walking to some graves which I presumed one of them was our fathers. I followed behind at a distance, giving her space. She stopped at a plot with a brown granite tombstone. Near the top of the stone, in the middle was a colour picture of our father in his fifties. Below the photo, his name then the year he was born, and the year he died. With these words. I strained hard when she got to me but it barely made 4-1/8 inches. With the exception of the older bald man, Steve, and the black husband, Cole, the rest of the other guys were in the same boat as I; below average penis size. Steve and Cole, though, both sported thick 8 or 9-inch cocks. As she called out the measurements, Leo moved behind us and hand cuffed each husband to the iron railing. Kind of kinky, I thought, but I didn't notice until he was done that neither Steve nor Cole was cuffed.. We're going to have to change you back into a guy first though."Susan and Katie helped Sasha remove her breasts, vagina, and makeup andSasha the guy returned to the living room a while later wearing a t-shirtand jeans."You look cute as a guy," Katie said, "but we're going to need to work onyour style a little. It's hard to believe you have such a stylish femalewardrobe, but the only guy clothes you have are t-shirts, shorts, jeans,and sneakers. It's time to go to the mall for a different kind.