See," said Emma, as she spread her legs so her labia were more visible."Is that a small chain hanging below your labia?" asked Calvin."Yes. Remember t...e four textured balls I mentioned earlier. I like the feeling they give me when I move." Emma then bent over at her hips, which changed the shape of her nipples now that they were hanging down. "See the difference in the shape of my breasts." Yes. I know you didn't ask for it," said Calvin, as he reached over to stroke her dangling breasts, "but. I always marvel at women with massive, natural breasts. Wishing I could have them too. What a joy it would be to feel them jiggle with each step.If I could wake up in the morning with a large pair of breasts, that would be sheer bliss.As for the penis, for years I have plotted and planned its removal, its disection and transformation into a perfect pussy. Of course, it is a complicated procedure. If only I could wake up with a beautiful vagina between my legs. If only the pathetic 2 inch strip. I mean, I really just wanted to know how it felt. He was slowly putting it in and out, just the head, until I relaxed. “You like that, faggot?” I nodded. I did. Then I didn’t. He kept going deeper and deeper, and the pain was so horrid I wanted to cry. I almost did, but I couldn’t let him see me cry. He enjoyed it. He moaned and moaned, and hearing him moan turned me on. I motioned for him to get up a little and I put one knee on the bench and put my other foot on the ground. With my ass in the. Over the years, I felt that we had a great marriage. Sure sex had slowed down a little from three to four nights a week to two, but overall I was extremely happy and thought that my Sharon was too. I found out that was not the case during a conference I had to attend in Houston this week. Everyone knew that I was going for the four-day conference starting on Tuesday morning, so I flew out of Austin on Monday evening. Tuesday evening I was going over some notes, and I noticed the old camera icon.