" After a quick breath, "I contacted Dr. Harb to go over the options again after most of my facial reconstruction surgery was completed, and..." Dylan...gathered himself. 'Don't panic, just say it, ' and with surreal calmness, "The alternative I chose to that radical procedure was a different surgery. I had a mechanical device, a prosthesis, implanted in my genitals, and lower abdomen. Inside my penis' shaft are special cylinders that can be quickly inflated, and voila—instant hard on.So Lady. You have been trying on different outfits... too long and concealing, too slutty, not slutty enough... You know from our conversations and shared fantasies that I am a real voyeur and want to make it an interesting night for both of us. Finally you settle on a short skirt... no underwear; and a loose fitting transparent top with a sheer bra underneath. You top off the outfit with black high heels. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you become aware that wetness is already dripping from. His finger in my slit made me so hot I couldn't help squirming a little. I was afraid that my uncontrollable movements would frighten him away but he was too far gone and nothing would stop him now. I could hear him breathing really hard now as his finger found my little hole. Arty tried to stick his finger up inside me but I closed my legs as it hurt a bit. This didn't deter him either as he then slid his finger up by my clitoris. OMG!! I humped up and groaned. I was ON FIRE!!! A couple times. “We could start tonight,” Kathy said. “We were all meeting at the Griffin anyway, then we were going to Karen and Ryan’s for a bit of dancing.”Susan lost no time, and with Jessica in tow, was ringing John’s doorbell by lunchtime.“Hello,” said Jessica when Tracy opened the door. “You remember me? I came looking for John.”“Yes,” replied a puzzled Tracy, “but I told you he was away for a long while. Was there something else?”“Hi, Tracy, I’m Susan. Like Jessica here, John and I go way back. It’s.