Among myartificial penises are representations of some famous ones. Some arecast in bronze, others in plastic, and still others in latex. Theflesh-col...red latex, whether black, brown, white, or yellow--is myfavorite, because, taken into the mouth or inserted into the rectum,they feel like the real thing, so much so that I can imagine themspurting semen down my throat or up my ass whenever I service one ofthem orally or butt-fuck myself with one of them. Don't get me wrong. I love women's. "And I am Anatoly Sergeyevitch", says the man, resting his hand on my shoulder."I'm sorry" I try to say, "I am not sure what to do", falling over my words."You are doing well, rabinya," replies the woman. She smiles at her companion as if to say, you see there is truth in Vyera. "Please, we should start."Once these bizarre formalities are concluded, Dr Mendeleyev steers proceedings back towards something approaching normality, in as much as it can be."Our purpose today is to give Vyera the. " Okay, if I hear anything then I will let you know," I promised. "Idaren't ask Sam and no one from the support team will talk, so the onlypossibility is via Jessica." Are you okay?" asked Helen as the salon door closed behind us."I still feel a little duped," I answered, a tinge of hurt in my voice."I don't know why I didn't see it," replied Helen, putting her armround mine. "I love you Jayne and I'll always be here for you."This was the first time Helen had shown her feelings for me outside. “And after that, I wasn’t going to be left behind on that kind of thing.”“That’s the attitude. And come to that, how is your attitude now?” She reached across me and down and cupped my still flaccid prick. “Your attitude is faltering. I must rouse the troops to battle.” With that, she pushed herself up onto one arm and once more dived onto my member and took it into her mouth, this time succeeding in taking it all in. Squishy sounds emerged from that area as her head bobbed up and down.