"It. Is. A. Man. End of. It'll alwaysbe a man. Even if it has the operation, it'll just be a man who cut hisdick off." It is stupid that we have to tr...at it like any other woman," anotherof Rebecca's friends scoffed as Janet felt tears welling in her eyes."I mean- it doesn't even look remotely like a woman!" If I was shopping at a supermarket and saw it behind the till, I'djust abandon my trolley and go to a different shop," yet another ofRebecca's friends said."Still, I've 'apologised' now,". I took her wrist and brought her hand to my cock. "Put your hand around my cock." Reluctantly she did so, holding onto it tightly. "Is ...is this what you want me to do Daddy?" I smiled and said, "Yes, that is part of it."She asked what else I wanted her to do. I told her, "Open your mouth as much as you can Jessica. She opened her mouth, her face looking up at me, showing her tongue and all her teeth. I traced my right forefinger on her lips. "These lips are all that will touch my. George, can you check the left wall; Lisa you check the right one. I'll look at the end wall beyond the gaddi."We examined the walls closely. The statues were almost free-standing and linked in incredible ways male to female. I couldn't find any joins in the end wall. Lisa and George couldn't in the walls they were looking at. Suddenly Lisa giggled."Look at this one. Its thing is sticking out at just the right height for a small Indian lady to mount!" she peered at it closely. It certainly was. Only I was my own r****t, r****g myself as thedildo advanced, slowly, gently, inexorably."Watch out for the bend," Doris suddenly said. I remembered theanatomical drawings she had shown me. Going straight in, and thenmaking a bend, almost ninety degrees, heading toward the back. Iwas going to have to negotiate that soon."Ooooh!" I suddenly cried out."Something wrong?" she asked.I gasped. "No. That was my prostate." I hadn't expected it tofeel so good. Being examined by my doctor had never been.