I was concerned that the last time my diminishing testicles slipped backinto their cavities, they did not come back down. That was over a weekago. The... did not seem worried. They did a scan and informed me that theyhad migrated close to where ovaries would normally be. As far as theywere concerned my testicles had morphed.I got quite pissed off with them when they suggested that they try toharvest the microbes that seemed to have been linked to the changes inme. They want to see if they can. You'd a thought Brian Nelson was thirty-five, with fifteen years of major league pitching under his belt, and those two fools were the dumb-ass rookies."Last night, the Orioles looked like minor leaguers out there."His partner jumped in, "Did you HEAR the Orioles Manager trying to blame it all on Brian Nelson? What a crock of baby puke. I had a lot of respect for him before he vomited up that pack of stupidity at the press conference. He mumbled so much, I thought he'd developed a speech. The window over looked the whole city. Even for being an English whore, I still had good taste in apartments.He beckoned me over, gesturing for me to take off my dress. I reached around to my back, pulling the laces off of my corset, allowing it to be loose enough to just fall right off to my feet. This revealed my white, almost see-through dress, showing my already hard nipples from the chilly night air. This aroused him even more. He made another gesture, and almost immediately I began to. She obviously enjoyed watching me a lot. Suddenly she said: “I want to see you - cum.”The way she said it was so full of desire, with such an expression of lust on her face that I stared to come close immediately. I stretched my legs, contracted all my muscles, started to moan deep and long. My dick started pumping white fresh cum over my tanned hands and stomach. A nice orgasm rolled thru my body.She smiled and applauded a bit.“Nice show – lets go home and … “ Then her lips formed the word....