But that is another story. I stood back a little bit and gazed upon Ben's body. It was perfect. He was of a similar height, no chubbiness so was proba...le around 150lbs. "Low hanging balls excite me", I said. "Would you feel grossed out if I touched them?" No. Help yourself but only if you allow me to feel your cock afterwards". I agreed and reached out for Ben's cock and ball. I had masturbated in the shower many times but had never held another boys cock and balls in my hands. It felt strange. I took the mirror and held it up. I stilllooked like me -- or a close relative anyway. I had the same brown eyes,but now there was green shading on the eyelids and mascara on the lashes.My shaggy eyebrows had shrunk down to a pencil-thin line. My jaw was widerand my cheekbones higher, which gave a much softer look to my face. I couldsee blusher on my cheeks. My lips were fuller, too and they... they hadlipstick on them. I instinctively ran my tongue over them. It tasted oilyand a little. But the difference this time was that he could barely keep his eyes off of her. He still remembered the car ride earlier that morning, and could still feel the heat of her sex on his hand. While he talked with her about movies and music he thought about nipples poking through a tight fitting top and half closed eyes as his fingers explored lace covered regions. It was so wrong, he knew. He was a married man, after all. But he was also human, and the young woman sitting across from him had. " Claudia could tell that Martin was convinced they would never see Angel again.Mia was frustrated and she wanted to know more about what was going on. "Why is it up to Jordan?" I can't explain it all," Martin said in a quiet voice, "but Jordan's father is definitely a force to be reckoned with. He got rid of me and Frank in short order, but he let Jordan stay there for now. Angel wasn't there, but I think he knows where she is, and with any luck, Jordan can work some magic and convince his.