I was hopelessly embarrassed by that long over length thing moving around like it wanted to leave me and shake hands with her.“What’s the matter w...th you”, I whisper-growled at my appendage.Branch became attentive to my presence, turned and stared at me for just a moment. “Hi, excuse me, I’m Tom. Sorry to intrude but I was wondering if you know where Lilly and ... or, you know, the other milkers are? I don’t see them.” There was silence and Branch had turned back to her work. Now the hair on. That's why she had chosen to get the surgery.At least that was what my mom told me and dad at the dinner table when she came home from the surgery.Dad seemed disappointed, slumping a bit in his chair. He had not been consulted about his wife's decision to grow a cock. But he did not voice his discontent.Mom grew a lot more dominant in the household after this. And her muscles and her bulge grew. Before her surgery I had frequently heard my parents make love, but it grew silent now. And it. Let's do it!"The waitress had just delivered our lunch plates and I'm pretty certain that she overheard Beth's last excited remark. I threw $40 on the table and we both got up and left without taking a bite and got us a room next door at the Surfside motel as fast as we could. As the restaurant door was closing behind me, I heard our waitress say to the maitre'd,"There goes two of the horniest people I have seen in a long time. That broad is worse than a bitch in heat. It makes my pussy itch. The vast open space allowed clear views and would make any attempt at an ambush virtually impossible, which helped calm the other clans.Rab Cullen and Fraser arrived first and drove their Toyota Land Cruiser out across the football pitches to a fairly central spot. Sean O'Reilly arrived next, accompanied by two goons, in a Land Rover. Tommy MacLaren came next, his silver Mercedes crawling slowly across the park until it reached the others. Last to arrive was someone from the Turnbull clan..