Well, at least she wasn't some hairy overweight retired guy with hair growing out of his ears! She leaned forward to unzip my bag and I caught a good...look at her cleavage. My cock began to twitch as she continued to search, and I tried to adjust my position to give it a little freedom. She looked up quickly, catching both the direction of my gaze and my attempt to adjust my boxers. "Everything okay?" she smiled. I blushed a little, then met her gaze directly. "Yeah, I'm okay," I said. . " Not everything, Tim. She has scheduled me for breast implants. That'sforever. Flower got hormones, but she said she wants my dick to keep itserections. So she's going to put a pair of whammers on my chest. She wantsme to get a tattoo of a flower, to show my "sister" my love. " Was that the worst of it!"He laughed, and it sounded harsh and bitter."You mean besides giving blow jobs to strangers so she could drink free?Besides the tits? Besides wearing dresses and cleaning? How about this?. "Could be 'cause 'tis."It's about an hour and a half from Bradford to Mason. Vicky kept it under the speed limit -- this van load of crazies could be hard to explain to a traffic cop, after all -- and it was fully dark before they got to Aaron and Amber's house. None of them had ever been there before, but the directions Vicky had been given were good and she drove right to it.The place was really decked out for Halloween, with jack-o'-lanterns and all sorts of weird All Hallows Eve. But I can do it if you want me to. What is your say on that?" No, no; don't do it. I am not geared up for it right now."He stoops and bobs himself down and first smells and gets a whiff and sniff of my ass before he proceeds on to lick and smack it with his tongue as well. My goodness! Oh my goodness! The feeling is so bizarre and abnormal and of-the-wall and daggy-like. Doesn't he find it foul-smelling and stinking and reeking sort-of to have fun and frolic and frisk about with my anus this.