" I have so many questions, I don't know where to start," I said. "Letus start with these two. What happened to me and what is going onhere?" I would ...ike to know why this young lady claims to be my son?" askedmy dad Brad."Let me start with." The PM then told us. "Your son has been selectedto be the next monarch of our country." He then turned to Dr. Withers."I will let the doctor tell you more." Three months ago when Parliament found out that Queen Wilma would diewithout a heir, I was asked to. ~~I guess I should introduce myself. Hello, I am Master’s cock. I don’t have a name. Some of my fellow cocks have names, like Zeus, Black Stallion, Big John, and Little Willy, to name a few. Little Willy doesn’t especially like his name. Sometimes, I wish Master had named me, but I am mostly okay with not having a name.When I am awake, I am often challenged. I delicately maneuver tight crevices, yet also find myself in some pretty massive caves. I prefer the tight crevices. Boy, do I prefer. And she just loved to fuck, her first college discovery."Nineteen," she thought to herself with a smile. "I've fucked 19 different boys and men this week. That must be a record for the first week for a freshman girl. Wow! Nineteen!" She tried to remember them all but they ran together in her mind, a series of multiple orgasms and stiff pricks. She ground the thick bar of soap around her jugs and down her bulging pudenda and gasped as she split her labia and nudged her upright clit.She closed. Courtney expertly ducked under my arm and threw another hook into my ribs. And then another in lightning succession. They hurt. I tried to push her back, but she spun away and slipped out of my range, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet and laughing at me through her streaked mascara. “Come on, big man,” she called, pounding her fists against her chiseled pectorals with a heavy thud. “Come over here so this little girl can show you what real muscles can do.”“Courtney—”“Are you scared.