And almost struggling against him... clawed at his butt and legs... then she shuddered as he held her softly... she ran her hands down her own body, c...ressing her own breasts and belly... finally settling her hands between her legs... he gently laid her face down on the bed... her bottom still in the air.Tom gave a quiet laugh, and pulled what had to be a ten-inch cock from her belly with a wet sound. I saw the swollen pink head drop down as it exited her; the shaft glistened with her. “What’s wrong? You’re not getting old on me are ya?” she teased. “No, just over did it a little I guess.” “You poor thing,” she said empathetically, but in a playful tone, “come on, I’ll help you up,” she said, extending her right hand. I gave her my hand and she helped me stand. “I feel like an old man,” I laughed. “You’re acting like one,” she agreed, laughing too. She led me to the living room and sat me on the sofa. “Let me help you.” She moved around behind me and began rubbing my neck and. “What would be the point?”He winked and said, “Alright, to be honest, it has nothing to do with you buying one. It's me. I'm being selfish. I'd just love to see you try one on for size. I think you'd look stunning.”Charlotte frowned. It didn’t seem like a sales-pitch and she didn't feel like she was being pressured into buying anything. Yet, the whole thing made her uneasy...but not in a repulsive way.“I...have to get back to work,” she finally said. “Make an appointment,” the man said. He. Until a month later, when it happened again.This time, she fought through the grief, trying to focus on what wascausing it, and when the feeling started to fade a couple of days later,she realized the feeling was familiar.But the last time she had felt it, it had come from the dead kid, the dayshe kissed it.She remembered the cycle the dead kid had followed, how sometimes itseemed more alive, and when that happened it also seemed more like agirl, despite the way it was dressed. Then the feeling.