I could feel some heat from the exhaust pipe, gently warming my cock. I slowly pressed my whole cock into the warm tailpipe up to the hilt! What an od... feeling!The car’s tailpipe was just about my size, a little smaller, so I was pressing against some resistance. The heat also felt wet, not dry at all. I giggled slightly as the thought “She’s hot and wet for it” went through my head. I slowly pulled out until just my head was in, then I thrust back in. Not bad. I could get used to this. I. And since Ron loves big boobs I was given size C breast implants. My aching back! It was obvious to me that my penis was gone, replaced by a very sore vagina that I would have to dilate regularly if I ever wanted to try to enjoy any sex in the future. God I hate Ron now! And the face mold? Ron used the mold that Jeff had made of me, and had it modified to be an exact duplicate of the last girl he loved and couldn't forget. Now I have her high cheek bones, cute upswept nose and full lips for. " I could feel his muscles rippling against my back "I could teach you. I bet you would love it." My cock had grown hard again and I shifted on the bike. Suddenly realizing that I was pressing back against his crotch, and his hands had ridden to the top of my thighs. "I should get going. My friend is probably waiting." I felt his hand move to my crotch and stroke my dick through my jeans. "Stay a little longer." I felt his hand on the buckle and as he undid my jeans, and then the zipper, I. I spoke to Elizabeth and Claire this morning but only to coordinate when we were crossing and who was responsible for what. By mutual but unspoken agreement, we have not said anything about our disagreement.I am next to go over the crossing. I have been told to make sure I keep in the middle of the crossing and follow the directions of the wagon master during the crossing. I see Claire and Louise waiting for us and waving as we are about to cross. I have given this journal to Elizabeth to keep.