He sniffed the air briefly and detected that Dennissmelled of fresh strawberries. He then noticed Dennis's hair lookedlonger than usual; he had it he...d back by a white headband that crownedhis head. He looked very feminine. Tim thought about that. Dennis wasalways a bit girlish though and ever since he started wearing hisstrawberry lip-gloss he often smelled like fresh strawberries.Tim didn't complain. What was he going to be upset that his friendsmelled good? Most of his guy friends. You suddenly realize that you don't remember what you look like. This thought troubles you as it seems so unlikely that anyone could just forget what they look like and begin to suspect that something is very, very wrong. You snap out of that trance and walk over to the mirror in order to remind yourself of your appearance.When you reach the mirror you are shocked and confused by what you see. Shocked because you are some sort of blue anthropomorphised slime with no facial or bodily features of. And I’ll be damned if I let somebody else die with Paula instead of me. That’s MY pleasure.”Naoko wanted to argue, but she knew he was right. Paul Macon was usually right, the old bastard. He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe thirty years old, but everybody knew that he was actually a hundred and thirty. That in itself wasn’t unusual; out of a human population of eleven and a half billion, just over one million people were older than a hundred twenty; nearly a thousand were over a. A six inch circumcised cock that was currently hard as iron and peeking above the waist-line of her panties, a droplet of pre-cum glistening on the tip. I reached out and touched the head of her cock, my fingertips lightly caressing around her hole and fraenulum, lubricating her swollen bell-end with her wetness. She raised her hips and arched her back, exposing more of her cock. I moved my hand up her body and rubbed her lips. She took my fingers in her mouth, sucking her own juices. “I want.