" Oh god, she did that once before." She's afraid you might--" I never would."Talking about Mavis while Laura's clothes came off, one by one, had some...ow excited them both even more. They had both fucked her, Brenda for years in a hotly incestuous romance, and it was really because of Mavis that they were here."I know you wouldn't," Brenda smiled, a half-sinister, knowing smile. "Nobody who had her would ever want to give her up." What about you?"Brenda slowly, very slowly, unzipped Laura's. I stopped and stared, my mouth practically hanging open, admiring the view. Her white shorts were soaked, making them practically transparent. I could see her asscheeks clearly, as her thong underwear disappeared between them. Mesmerized, I stood there, not even recognizing that she was looking back at me from between her legs. I didn’t even hear what she was saying until she moved, breaking the spell. Well, up until she turned to face me. Her shirt was soaked also, and she wore no bra. . I visualise her in that dress, on her knees sucking on his young cock. She is a great cock sucker and visualising him standing there feeding his cock into her willing mouth is difficult for me to take. I also think of her on her back, her legs sprayed with him pumping his bare cock in her until he cums inside her. It is visualising him enjoying her that gets to me. It's at this time I have to think of my therapist who told me that I am just not important in this situation whatsoever, so my. I don't know if that caused your cancer, but I do know your lucky you didn't kill yourself with your self administration of hormones."I promised, and this time, for once, I wasn't lying at all. The truth of the matter was, that I had always fantasized about being castrated: gory, horrible fantasies. At some level, I blamed my testes for the craziness of my life, and wanted them gone. True, I would miss orgasm, but with all the estrogen that I took, that had become a rarity for me now anyhow..