Ryan switched off the music. "I love you Jen. Why do I do this to you?" he whispered. "I love you, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, just this last time."...Ryan, why? You think I'm a slut. I'm a fucking whore to you!" No, no! You're not! I don't, I don't think it at all. I didn't mean it. I don't know why I did that. I was just mad. Please, please know that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."She didn't answer him, crying and still angry, but knowing deep down that she would forgive him. She loved him too. . it was long, a good 8 or 9 inches and about 3 inches thick or so. it was soft and felt like a snake. a damn penis. she pulled on it, but that brought pain, and she could feel it. it was her penis!!!! under it was a pair of large testicles. she could feel them. her breasts felt bigger as she pulled her hands up to feel them. 36 DD. her hair was longer, she felt as she pulled at it and looked at a few blonde hairs with a blue one every now and again. her body felt slimmer, more feminine,. Franticly trying to release the knot only made things worse, as she struggled with the waist band she could feel has length between her forearms. She brought them together around his shaft to form a tunnel. He rocked his hips back and forth, enjoying the grip her arms afforded him. Stunned a little, she looked at her wrist and slowly down to the bend of her elbow, he filled the whole space between them. She stood slowly as the knot came loose, dropping her hands to her crotch as he kissed her. Nothing helped. He realized that this was all ‘post mortem’ kind of stuff. She was indeed gone and had been dealt with, buried, the funeral over, the crowds gone. None of them, he thought, maybe hoped, the wiser. She’d been on this European trip for her work, was the story. She’d actually run away. Inexplicably run away. So soon after the twins were born, she’d just run away!There was the depression, a deep depression, after the girls were born, lovely Mandy and Wendy, his whole world now. He.