Now I didn't like getting dirty. Oh you couldn't help it when you playedball and it went with the territory. The same applied to soccerespecially afte... a rain when we couldn't help getting muddy. The onlyreal change was I couldn't wait to get home and take a shower and changemy clothes. I no longer enjoyed being dirty.The same could be said about talking with my girlfriends. When I was aboy we would talk about things, baseball or what was on TV, did you seemy neat truck, things like that. Now. Amy called after i left & i told her to sit on his face and tell him to eat you out.And then he stopped. Go get a towel mom i said now you & Amy clean each other off, clean your cumfaces. Lets go to the master suite , where you both can entertain me , i took off their leashes , both were still collared though. Now Joyce get on the bed on your bed & Amy get on top of her and start to 69. I sat in the armchair at the foot of the bed smoking a joint impressed at what i was watching 2 married. “I,ll bet you get very bored doing your job?” “Very. But I,ll bet your job isn,t very boring!” “It can be Joe, but the money is nice!” Then she was heading for the lifts( elevators) up to their rooms. The main concierge an Italian named Giuseppe Rossi called me over. “ Wasn,t that the American porn star Carol Connors?” “Yes it was. Nice body!” I replied. “Yes bet she Fucks as well as she sucks!” he chuckled. “I,d love to find out.” I added. “She,d never touch the likes of you and me. She does. When I looked at it, I noticed that my penishad nearly doubled, not in length but in its breadth! That was when I feltfor my scrotum and, to my horror; I found there was no trace left of myballs. It was empty! Only two empty wrinkled sacks of flesh remained toremind me of the former existence of my family jewels. 'My balls!' I criedout in my mind.After a long pause I cautiously brought my hand to my deformed penis. Butas soon as I touched it I had to stop because the burning pain that wascaused.