Remember? Now I ask you. Does that sound like a woman who didn’t want me to fuck her?”“Hey, I can’t help the way that I am. I ...uess I’m just a slave to my own pussy–just like you’re a slave to your own dick, whether you want to admit it, or not. And you know how I feel about sperm. So it shouldn’t surprise you that, deep down inside, that naughty, not-so-nice-girl part of me wanted to go home with a big wad of Art’s sperm up inside of my. Except that there seemed to be a lot of weight especially on my chest. And all could see was white. I tried to move my arm I found that it took all the effort and when it did move there was a loud squeak. Then I tried to turn my head. And I found that I couldn't and tried pulling over only to discover that my arm was plastic and that my hand had formed my four fingers into a slightly curved hand that was fused into that position and my thumb was out so that it looked like a cup would fit right. .." You could protect ..." No, believe me. No, that would just make things worse. Think back towhen you were our age, would you have been happy if Auntie Dana hadcome to your rescue?" Point taken..." Where my father had gone catlike with MORFs Aunt Danawas more like a Hippopotamus... ok, that's unfair, she just keptgaining muscle. By the time she was 16, she was one of the strongestwomen in England. "You and Mum just have to convince James that being a boy isn't allthat bad." Your mum and I?. I’m not aware of you moving your left hand, which was steadying you against the tree trunk as you squatted between my legs, with your right hand firmly gripping the steel pole of the three-iron and thrusting it in and out of me. However, I am suddenly made only too aware that you have two hands – for with sudden force you push the index finger of your left hand into my ass-hole, whilst its thumb rims around my anus.Holy fucking shit .... holy fucking, anyway! I’ve never been double-penetrated.