There was some small feeling of amusement, but not nearly enough to account for her hysterical reaction; there was also a deep pool of fear, jealousy,...anger and remorse next to what felt, to me, like an enormous column of insecurity with huge heavy chains of guilt linking the two that tasted of grief tinged salty blood."Damn... this won't be fun." I muttered and began to drain off her emotions.The amusement I left alone, concentrating primarily on the pool of negative emotions. I siphoned them. Pulling down her panties I must admit I moaned myself at the sight of her smoothly shaved sex.Her Orchiectomy had been done beautifully, most of her scrotum had been removed leaving a smooth line from her perineum up to her little cockette. She was about three inches long and only semi hard, the tip of her cockette was glistening with precumMoving closer I took her tiny prick into my mouth, my tongue swirling around her head tasting her musky flavour. Her soft moans increased as I massaged the. It was Katie. “Whatcha doing?”“Uhm, nothing, just doing dishes,” he said staring at the empty sink below the window.“Right…Can I talk to you about something?” she asked ignoring his obvious lie, and flicking back her blond hair. “Its something that’s been on my mind for a while.”“Sure, anything.” He said attentively,“I’ve been thinking about those massages you used to give me in Spanish class, and…”“Yeah?”“Well,” she paused, “My back has been messed up, I think its softball conditioning, would. . Engrish not so good for Kendo."Now I can't help but wander what the hell this guy is up to, but what the hey, no reason to be rude, "You're doin' fine pal, what's on your mind?" Uh ... Kendo berry much rike to talk for you. Prease say what name you own?" he managed.A little awkward on the syntax, but I got the drift; "Mike ... and you are ... Kendo?" I said slowly pointing at my chest then his.It was stupid, I know, why is it that when you speak to someone who uses English as a second.