‘Let me take him, Miss,’ came a strong male voice from behind her just before an arm reached out and grabbed the collar of the man she had been pu...ling. Gwen released the man and turned in the water. She saw a policeman standing in chest deep water as he worked his way toward shore, towing the man that she had helped. Gwen tried to stand, but her feet were numb! She knew they were on the bottom, but had difficulty feeling anything. Walking was almost impossible. Suddenly, strong hands grabbed. After about three months when most of the stitches and bandageswere off, I saw myself in the mirror naked. With the surgical bra gone, Ihad huge breasts hanging from my chest. They were protruding andjiggling. Also, between my legs, my penis hung in front of empty scrotum.I touched and squeezed the scrotal skin. All felt hollow and empty!Farida came to see me at the end of the fourth month. By then I became soimpatient that I pleaded her to get me out of the hospital and thepatient's aprons.. I was worried about finding out he’s my follower. Except for my nipples and clit, I’ve shown every other part in my Instagram profile. And my tik tok videos? I’m sure you can assume how those would be.“Yes, I comment on almost every one of your posts. But you never reply,” he said.“That’s because I mute my notifications. I get a lot of comments, so I can’t reply to every one of them. From now on, I will reply to all your comments, only if you don’t tell about my Instagram to your dad,” I. I nodded to him and my eyes switched back to his hand on his cock. He managed only a few strokes before his hips lunged forwards and he came. His first spurts hit the mirror in front of him. Although his hips continued to thrust, the rest came out with less force and dribbled down the knuckles of his fingers where they curled around his cock. The sight of him coming was the last stimulus I needed. My orgasm overcame me. I put a hand against the wall to prevent me falling over and I bit down on.