He couldn't stand to look and rubbed my ass lightly. It was an incredible feeling. I had never felt a hand other than my husband's. I was lying on my ...ide and with my leg shrunk and I knew that my pussy would be well exposed. Paulo walked back and forth in the living room, in the kitchen he returned to the room. He was desperate and I was all wet. Suddenly he came back and called me again and I didn't answer, so he lay on the bed and leaned against me. I stayed in mine. He leaned over and. There was a mirror on a bureau. Thisbody stood up and slowly made its way toward the mirror. "What the fuck," I said again inside my head. There was no connection,no realization, only total disconnect. "Who is she?" "Why is shethere?" But that was me. I mean, not me. But it seemed like it was me. Imean, it seemed like this what I was. Who I was. But it wasn't. I'm aman. I'm tall. Handsome. Athletic. I don't even know this woman. Shestood there looking at me in her baggy t-shirt,. " Well, at least she wasn't in shock any more.I found a note on the floor by the kitchen table. It said, "Today I finally get my balls back now." The fucker didn't even sign it.I showed it to Mom and she snorted, "Before he went looking for his testicles, he took the time to steal everything he could from us." The credit cards!" she exclaimed. She grabbed a phone up off the desk in her home office and dialed the emergency number for Visa and reported the cards stolen. She called American. I just want more. Pressing it deeper in I make it to the first ridge. These ridges are an inch thicker than the shaft, I feel spasms of pleasure through my wet messy pussy as my cock throbs and starts to leak precum. I take a taste as my cock grows even harder getting bigger as the head swells to the size of a large knob. I hold it and pull my fat cock head as I rock back and forth on the massive toy in my ass. Pressing and pulling the first ridge in and out. Now I'm getting closer to the.