Now turn that fucking rock over. Use the chisel. Don't touch the rock yourself." If your brother is a bastard..." Got it in one. He's a bastard and I'... a bitch."I flipped the rock with the chisel. "I'd noticed." Wasted words, she wasn't paying attention.The stone had a strange glowing orange design underneath it. She studied it closely, without touching either the sigil or the stone. "Shit! How the hell did my bastard brother learn to use that one? His balls are toast." Do I still need the. He zipped up and left and I realized I was hard from watching the manhandling he was doing so I took out my 7" and slowly caressed my meat.After a couple minutes a young guy came in, looked at my stroking and sat a few chairs away from me, pulled his out and was giving me a nice show, slowly caressing his balls and pulling on his young hard cock.I thought I would blow from watching him watch me and another guy came in and stood in the back. The seats were not comfortable so I thought I would. But against all odds, instead of trampling me, the huge mammal came to a screeching halt mere feet ramming me. Though a relieved sigh escaped me, I knew I was far from safe. One simple kick would be enough to kill me. As I waited for the fatal blow to come, I decided to study the giraffe that stood oddly still before me. Though tall, he was quite small in giraffe terms. From hooves to ossicones (giraffe horns), he measured a little over a dozen feet. What is he doing? I wondered as I continued. Working in the auto business, I have seen hot looking women get some great perks. Cindy was a tall hot looking office manager. She had played volleyball back in college, but that was fifteen years ago. Now she was thirty-five years old and she still had hot legs, but now her butt had filled out. Not only that, but her breasts had filled out too. No longer were they 32 B-cup, but now they were 38DD.She had authority over the majority of the sales staff of which I was a part.Today was an.