. and sure enough after looking down and spreading mylegs I saw that my small pathetic cock was gone and was now replaced by adripping wet pussy.The s...xual energy going through me... the sexual desire... the urges weretoo much. I wanted to touch my aching pussy... that's exactly what Idid... I went up to the mirror and sat down spreading my legs. Looking atmyself... my new self... spread eagled... wet and horny. My face wasfilled with desire... My tits heaving as I breathed hard and fast as. ”“You want me to set the clock?”“I have a pretty good internal alarm clock.”“Me too.”She kissed him and shifted off him. He spooned behind her. Sleep came quickly for both of them.Her internal clock worked better than his. He awoke to a platter. Breakfast in bed. “Your robe, sir,” said Consuela with a giggle. Both ladies wore borrowed robes.He slipped out of bed, put the robe on, and told them, “I’ll be right back.” They both noticed his morning wood and giggled.The platter ended up in the. His excitement was building to such a climax as he'd never hadbefore and afterwards the semen from his orgasm started to drip from hisfalse female urethra onto his clean white panties and hose.After coming down from his climax Anthony cursed at the spoiling of hisundergarments and went to get a kitchen towel to wipe things off andremove most of the olive oil. He resigned himself that he would need togo and change his underwear again before he could head on out intoSwansea to have some. Once I was on the ground, he smashed the guitar to pieces on my helpless body. Once he was done, he took out a giant syringe and started shooting up heroin. I looked up at him and said, ‘Who are you?’ ‘I’m Kurt Blow-brain, Money Maker Films’ new super-hero. I had to stop you from killing the board because then they couldn’t make their movie about me and my widow couldn’t exploit my artistic legacy for millions,’ Kurt explained. ‘But Kurt, these rich, tasteless movie executives are exactly the.