But whatthefuck have they done to my body? Is it hallucinatory drugs?" I wondered. "Or could they be using me for some sort of experimental body trans...lant?" The ideas kept running through my mind, growing wilder and crazier.Finally, I decided that this must be hell. I mean, deep down inside, I knew it was still me. Phil Brown. Fifty-six year old loser. And I had always heard that people who commit suicide aren't supposed to get into heaven. So I figured that this must be some sort of weird,. I knew that it was going to hurt, but I got on my back, stuck my legs high in the air for him, squirted half a tube of lube up my ass, and opened my cheeks.He knelt down to me, grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up to open my ass to him more. Placing the head of his cock on my button hole I could see the thick natural lube from his precum oozing out slowly. A little fearful of what was coming, I still couldn't take my eyes off of his enormity as it pushed into me. He did it right by not. "He knows all about me. He's the onlyone who does, OK. Keep it quiet." So he knows you're not a girl? He certainly doesn't act that way. Heacts like you're an old girlfriend!" He doesn't mind a girl with something extra," said Rachael, to my totalamazement. Who was this person?We went to our room and Rachael pulled out something for us to wear tothe function. Firstly we put on our gaffs and panties, and then ourpush bras with the "chicken fillet" inserts. I was surprised to see howthe. ‘Forgot how good you are at that…’ ‘Mmm, does my mouth really feel that good~?’ she teased, still stroking as she looked up at me. ‘I’m so glad you like it… Because I don’t plan to stop until you bust like a fire hydrant in July, got it?’ I nodded. As if I had a choice. I knew she could be forceful – Babydoll was always good at that. But I’d never experienced something quite like this. She was literally taking me, fucking me with her mouth, grabbing my thighs when I started to move and.