...ohh...well...he laughs...sometimes..but...I dunno,....its..like she isnt really into it...I always feel as though she only does it cuz she thinks I...want it...not like she enjoys it all...almost...as if she feels obliged to give it a lil lick and suck,,,,it feels half hearted and ..well....as good as it feels ...and I love having it sucked...it gets boring...like some routine almost automatic foreplay...I finger her a bit..she licks and sucks me a little...then we fuck...same old same...I. “Like having no balls.” I spoke up again, saying, “You can keep me castrated, Mistress…” Shelly said, “Good. Then I’ll let the doctor explain the situation.” Sonia said, “Your testicles were completely atrophied. I just spent the last ten minutes taking them out. They had to go.” She held up a specimen jar containing preservative and two g**** sized glands. Sonia glanced at Shelly, then continued: “We decided it would be easier on you if we just went ahead and did what needed to be done.” I. Her sexual prowess continued to amaze both her father and mother. Claire remained ignorant of the girl's identity even though she commented twice to Drummond that, in certain ways, their mystery lover reminded her of Laura. Drummond, on the other hand, was developing more and more a taste for his daughter instead of his wife. As their threesomes continued, most of his attention was focused on the girl. Claire still tried to join in and Laura still made love to her, but Drummond obviously. Those few days had changed him from a lonely fisherman to one whose life was full of pregnant women. “Three pregnant women, to be precise,” he thought. He grinned as he thought how they had taught him to slowly massage and rub oil over their fat stomachs and their stretched skin. He was off in dreamland recalling the last few days full of young vibrant women who paraded around his house boat in a state of semi nudity, leaving him with a perpetual horn. He was brought back to reality when Donna.