She had just given me two perfect gifts--her young stinky feet, and her tight little body to fuck at will. She nodded and began, with a tear falling ...own her cheek. “I find my self looking at preteen and teen risqué photos sometimes--boys and girls, but mainly young girls. Something about their youthful beauty and innocence just drives me crazy. Is that too weird? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You think I am a freak don’t you? I’m sorry.” She turned away again. “I don’t blame. ..” Moralez turned, raising his shirt with his prosthetic hand to expose the left side of his body. “Danke, danke. You’re familiar with this process by now, I assume?”Moralez nodded as the engineer slotted the arm into place, locking it to the metal implant that protruded from beneath his flesh with a heavy click that reverberated through his bones. He released it to let it hang limply, unpowered, turning to retrieve his tablet computer. He tapped in some values on the touch screen, then pulled. Oh fuck yes, I could cum again and again.I'm on my back across my desk. Head over the edge, Mike's fingers in my hair. Jed's hands cup my ass, lifting me. He tongues my crack. I writhe my hips and want to scream. Deep inside me an unstoppable orgasm just waits. I'm stripped naked, panting like a she dog. Clothes crumpled under my chair and I couldn't give a fuck. Mike's balls nuzzle against my face.His cock is thick and hard in my mouth. My fingers are slippery up and down the shaft. I wriggle. I look around the starting celebrations. I see people starting bonfires for cooking, setting up tables and chairs, preparing food, children running wild. Even some folks setting up musical instruments. In my ignorance I can only name a few of the instruments. Guitar, Banjo, Violin and some other stringed instruments are pulled out of cases. There is a small group of wood-winds flute and recorders are the only ones I can name. There is even a brass trumpet player. Looking around I see number of.