Leading her to my rented white cargo van, she eyed the absence of windows suspiciously. And finding the storage area full of shovels, lye and a fifty-...allon drum of ether didn't seem to allay her fears for some reason. After arriving at the motel, then squashing a rather large silverfish family reunion, I told her to get comfy."What kind of doctor are you?" I asked while praying for an OB/GYN with a tender touch."I'm not a medical doctor, I have a degree in music," she informed before breaking. Is that correct?" Mr. Pollack," said the judge, "was your reference to 'warped'autobiographical?"Laughter rippled through the gallery."No ma'am, and I have a right to make the peoples' case." Good luck with that," she said."Thank you, your honor. Now Mr. Simpson, it is true, is it not, that youdon't have a vagina, or an ovary, or even a breast? Admit it!" I have breasts, actually, two of them, don't you?"Everyone laughed, and the judge had to struggle to quiet them."Then you admit that you. I drove the 25 miles back to “Caress” and went to clerk who had dropped a number of hints to my wife. Her name was Denise. I bought the Velcro handcuffs, and arranged to have Denise meet at our house in an hour.When I got home the two girls were laying on the bed cuddling. Laura was still wearing her harness and Muriel had anal beads sticking out from her butt cheeks. “Muriel, take out the beads and bend over on all fours.” She knew what was coming. I lubed her rosebud, and rammed straight into. After about two mins, as I thought of the child wetting the bed and my situation if that happened, I felt a leg on my leg. An electric current ran through me because, I could make out that the leg was of a female. I thought it was accidental. It rested on me for some time and then started moving up & down. I could feel the warmness and the smoothness of the naked leg. We had formed some kind of V shape and because the baby was between the female, and me I could not see her face. The leg was now.