I showed them six more shots of Wexler. Courtesy of the Yellowstone County Sherif’s department.I said, “He’s 5’ 8”. About my height. Weighs ...50. Small guy, but he’s strong. Look at those wrists.”Bear nodded; he hadn’t been in bar fights — no one had been drunk enough to take on someone his size. But he’d seen a few. “He will be strong — you can tell from the wrists and the way his shoulders slope.”We all looked at the photos. Wexler has shoulders. And the huge, cracked hands of a stonemason.I. I just pulled the foreskin. I rubbed his balls. I also rubbed below balls and above asshole. I know every men will like that. He asked me can I suck his cock? I said I never done that. He just laughed and said, you seem to be a slut. I’m sure you do, if not I ll teach you. So he made me kneel down. He told me to lick around his urine hole and licked the head of his cock. I did and I loved it. Then he slowly inserted the cock into my mouth. I was unable to take entire cock in. I licked and. Pausing in the dim glow of abackyard light, Kenny held open the shirt he had stolen, the formershirt that he had hidden when his arms became chilled...somehow hadtransformed, barely covering his chest. The edging was now trimmed andstitched...no longer ragged and torn! "Oh...no! God...WHAT'S HAPPENINGTO ME!" He cried helplessly, as he hurried down the darkened street,all the while examining his feminine hands in the light as he ran. Hestumbled and caught himself from falling by sliding his. I'd probably just be told that thetown limits had been changed but that they hadn't bothered to change thesigns yet. My best course of action was to pay the damned fine and bedone with it.I had a lot to brood about as I followed that tank-town cop into the"city" of Ovid. Hannah was pissed at me - as usual. We'd undoubtedlymiss our plane, and like Hannah, I had plenty of work piling up on mydesk back in DC. I was going to out probably a hundred bucks on atrumped up charge, and unless this.