At least I haven’t.Thank god.When something is weird about a penis you aren’t sure what to do or say. I have a tendency to overcompensate because ... would feel awful if I was making someone feel anxious or alone for something they can’t help, like how their body is. So I don’t say anything. I’m not sure if that’s proper protocol. I also figure if it is something like his dick goes to one side a lot he has probably had a lot of practice dealing with it and it’s not going to be a big deal.But if. ‘Now I’m only going to ask you this once. D’ya need to shit first?’ ‘What?!’ ‘You heard me. You’re going to be corking your bumhole for a long time, so you might want to shit first. But it’s up to you.’ ‘Goodness! Eugenia, this isn’t necessary! A-and it’s disgusting! I can’t even believe that you would—’ ‘Last call, love. I’d do it if I were you. Otherwise you better get your cute rump over there and start greasin’ it up good. If you don’t, I might have to ruin those perfect ivory legs of. Then I reached down to the shoes. I took her right wine red Converse. It felt slightly rough as I ran my finger along the surface. She had tied the shoelaces in a knot on the inside so that the loop could not be seen from the outside. I smelled him. It had a subtle scent, but above all it smelled of new Converse. They were also quite new. I had to do it. I had to feel it. I pulled my black sweatpants up to my knees. Then my boxer shorts. My penis was already so stiff and ready that it was wet. This year I decided to ask for something other than a practical item and here is how it went down.As I waited in line for Santa I was getting nervous because I had something different in mind than what I had ever asked for in the past. My turn was next and when I got up to Santa, I was really scared. I sat on his lap and Santa asked me if I had been a good girl this year and I whispered in his ear that I had been a very good girl which was pretty much the truth, well good and naughty. At this.