I walked slowly feeling the sweet air on my face. I’m sure that women, like Tasha, never take the time to feel how their breasts move when they walk...or bend over. That was the first thing I thought I was going to miss, the feeling of my penis swinging freely in the open air as I walked.I also contemplated what magical things breasts are to men. I guess the same applies to women and penises. Each of the ladies had said that I had the perfect penis, no doubt a part of the plan to get to me. As I. Somemisplaced... and inadvertent comment... that I might have made...unthinkingly... in passing... or some stupidly unintentional remark...without meaning to... I... I know that the Men.... They sounded reallymad at me... and They called me names... a stupid white racist bitch...and they made me call Them names too... I... I had to slip Their dicksout of my mouth... while I was sucking on Them... and call Them names,too... I... I had to call them black dirty raping Niggers... the wholetime.... Irving has his usual one beer—some import or other, I’m not a beer drinker—and at my suggestion he pours a small amount into a glass for Hugo to taste. Hugo takes one sip and makes a face. Well, I’ve always thought beer is an acquired taste.My escargot, on the other hand, are another matter. Hugo likes the one I give him so much that I wind up sharing the plate with him. He’s also a pretty big fan of the Bearnaise sauce that comes with the steak I ordered for him and scarfs it all down.When we. I had long slim legs and I loved how smooth they felt when hairless. In no time, I was shaving my entire body, including my facial hair. From head to toe, I was totally hairless.When I looked in the mirror, I used to have a strange turn-on. This is what I wanted to be like. But this was not enough. My slim body was also complemented by a bubbly butt, and I wanted to make it bigger by doing squats.Every day, I had a bath, shaved myself completely and cummed on my face and swallowed it. I loved.