"Pick up that man's underwear on the floor, Cucky." I dutifully obeyed and she said "Only men wear Jockey's, you will wear panties all the time now. ...This man came in his Jockey's here this afternoon and left them here for you. Clean them up."Afraid of being slapped again, I did my duty. It was a big load. By the time I was finished licking up the spunk, I was hard again. I saw my wife wiping the cum from my pants on her big fake dick. She got a couple big globs of spunk on it. "Come to. Yes, still an impressive 42 inches. All in all, not bad for 44. I dried as much cum and juice as I could from between my legs and brushed my hair, it looked like a ginger hedgehog.Next stop was the kitchen; I was a bit peckish. I made some toast and coffee. I finished it all off and put the plates etc in the bowl in the sink. As I was running in the hot water I heard a faint sound behind me. Looking over my shoulder I saw Keith standing in the doorway, completely naked and with a huge hard-on.. This one was supposed to be the largest of these local works of art and he thought it was not only well done, but also quite interesting.Next he wandered down about a block to the City Hall, spending some time perusing the photographic display of the towns' heroes.A few doors further on, he went into the Charters Towers Museum and looked at the large collection of photographs, equipment and memorabilia depicting the towns golden past. The emphasis on most things seemed to stem from the gold. "Do you have the key?" he asked Sammy."Yes," she replied, digging for it in her purse while Sandy glared at Pete."What's going on, Pete?" Sandy asked."May I just have the key please?" he replied, holding his hand out to Sammy. With a questioning glance at Sandy, she handed over the key to Pete."Alright," said Pete, "Julie's on the way to the hospital. When I saw her, she was unconscious on the floor of her bedroom with blood all over her face." Oh no!" exclaimed Sammy."The medics were getting.