All the little detailsthat made my day strange, the ones I barely noticedas the day had gone along, started to link together.Lose my manhood? It was a...frightening thought. Ilooked at myself again in the bedroom mirror. Theimage reflected back was still me. But my memorywas haunted by the image that I had barelyglimpsed twice that day--the petite, sandy-blondehaired woman wearing my clothes.Then, a wild idea hit me. I thought about thewomen's clothes mixed in with my own. They werereal. I had. Now this was one of those whole wall closets, but someone had built thisbuilding ass backwards. The opening for the closet was one big open spacefrom floor to ceiling, and ten feet wide. The doors to the closet were twofull sheets of half-inch thick particleboard, each five feet long, from thefloor to the ceiling, only hanging by a cheap track mounted at the top.They should have been strong enough to withstand the kick I gave them, butI'm your average 6'1, Italian guy with a bad temper, and at. I drifted off to sleep still covered in cum. Monday morning came on off to work, I head for the elevator, the doors open, A guy is running down the hallway to catch it so I hold the door for him. He steps in and the doors close, "nice show the other night" he says, " aah ah glad you liked it" I stammer, " my names Ron, number 39, come by for a drink when you get off work" he said as he got off on the ground floor. I rode down to the garage wondering what to do.I headed home and rode the. . a--a--little... but don't stop!"I pressed harder into Lorelei's snatch, and her cherry gripped me tightly. I grunted as I forced my cock forward, tearing her as gently as I could. I felt her stiffen, then give, her cherry popping as Lorelei let out a sudden moan of release. She cried as I slid my cock into her, past her newly-broken hymen. "Fuck yes," she grunted. "It's so good... I'm getting fucked..." She began to moan again as I dragged back on my hips, pulling my cock slightly out of her..