I said of course I did and he positioned a mirror. He warned me that there was still a lot of swelling and stitches. I gazed into the mirror dumbfound...d. Tears came to my eyes as I looked upon my new pussy. It was perfect. I knew that it was all bruised and puffy, but I could tell that I had made the right choice. Over the next week stitches were removed as well as the catheter. Even though I have been sitting down to pee for some time it felt so weird to feel it coming out of my new opening. I. Keep her interested, keep her talking, she thought."You mean when I reported the rape? They were very professional and also sympathetic. They listened to my story and when they asked questions they never tried to put blame on me. I got to tell my story and they believed me," Melanie answered therefore. "Do you want me to ask one of the uniforms in, or should I try to get a detective?" A detective," the girl whispered."Marja, that's your name, right? Marja Ryder?"Marja nodded silently. Melanie. ’ My mother would rip all the sheets of the bed, exposing my naked body, and then she’d get on top and whisper into my ear ‘Bend over, spread your cheeks, and let me get to that boy pussy.’ She’d then spend the whole night raping my ass while pleasing her hungry cunt with the other end. The twelve inches of artificial black cock up my ass wasn’t even the worst part, the worst part was how hard she fucked. She had broken two of my beds in less than a year, I just sleep on a mattress now, and. "Well, that's a start. I'm certainly thankful for that. If you weren't in school, I'd have to go out and get a few more horses. Personally, I'm thankful for my health. I had a little scare this year—nothing to be concerned about now—but at the time it made me think about all the wonderful things in my life. The doctor put me on some good anti-cholesterol stuff and it's all under control now, but it really made me think about how thankful I am for all the blessings I enjoy and how much I really.