He couldn't resist looking downward at the heavy flaccid tube dangling between his thighs. It looked very realistic, thick veins coursing along the f...t shaft, a bulbous dark-colored head bobbing several inches from perfectly spherical balls in a tight cockring's embrace. He shifted his hips and checked for slack in the strap-on harness belt. It felt snug and secure. He'd been blessed with small apple-sized breasts since he was a teenager, so they were easy to bind back until they just. I fingered her hard and I smooched her at the same time …….. Suddenly I heard a sound from outside and I stopped. She went back and I washed my face and I also went back.That night she called me and said she want to meet me in private. I invited her to my apartment, the next day at 9 is my door bell rang. I opened my door and there she was. I was so happy that I hugged her. I said to relax in my bedroom, and I went to take a small bath. My dick was hard already, I haven’t shaved down there for. There’s not supposed to be. The Navy Department properly changed everything, but it looks as if Social Security didn’t. A certain government agency called the FBI and warned them off. They won’t ask again. That said, they did figure out that Joyce is 100% Italian.”“Great,” I sighed.“She got a call from them earlier in the week. I believe the term she used was ‘pound sand’, and she turned half-a-dozen lawyers loose on them.”I laughed, “That would be Joyce. She keeps her books and records pretty. But that was not possible, at least not right then. "I don't want to dwell on the present," she thought to herself. So she let her mind wander back once again to her happy times with Bob. Her friend. Her lover. Her husband!Mandy had never driven, never had her own car. Her Bitch-On-Wheels of a mother had told her that if she wanted a car, "Go Earn It! Your useless father didn't leave me enough to buy you even a broken down jalopy. Nothing. Nada."It's costing me plenty just giving you a roof.