Then we went to thestation wagon and he started driving. This time he asked me to unzip myfly. He slipped his hand into pants and felt my underpants, ...unning hishand over my hardon and playing with my balls. I think I got a littleprecum on my underpants. Then he slipped his hand into my underpants andpulled out my hard cock. I nearly jumped - someone was playing with my cockthe way I do! He must have opened his fly and taken out his cock as we gotinto the car, because when he took my hand and. "Don't know," Mitch replied, wiping the dirt from the statues beautiful carved face with a wet cloth. "I found it lying on it's side in the leaves. It was as if someone had left it there. I figured no one wanted it, so I took it."The statue was Mitch's largest procurement since he began prowling cemeteries nine months ago, looking for things to steal. His collection of urns, smaller statues, tiny gravestones and other ephemera filled the hollowed-out crawl space adjoining his living quarters.. As of this moment, however, I had little choice in the matter. I was ensconced in one of the consulting rooms in the labyrinthine hospital complex, lying on an examination table with my genitals exposed like a horizontal flasher. The pale blue hospital gown that I wore - those hideous goddamned things that expose your ass to all and sundry - was bunched around my waist like a hula skirt.I looked down at the semi-bald pate of the specialist bending over to examine me and I stifled a soft curse.. ” She greeted in her usual blank voice. Officer Zona surveyed the room and spoke back, “Hello, my name is Officer Zona, are you the molestation victim?” Shirley blinked her eyes a few times, trying to understand the question. “Yes, she is!” Ellen broke the silence, she pointed at Joan, “this futanari raped her, arrest her!” it seemed the word rape helped Shirley understand Officer Zona’s question. “Ellen please stop lying,” Shirley said, “Officer Zona, I did it all willingly, it’s really fun.