“Oh my Andrew, look at you” she said as she took hold of my rampant cock, stroking it slowly.I couldn’t move with my upper body still under the ...ink but was quite happy with what she was doing. She was good, a firm grip and a few quick strokes followed by a slow light touch; I wasn’t going to last long and was sure precum was leaking. The feeling was intense and then as she stroked with one hand her other one caressed my balls and that did it. The first load shot out bringing a gasp from her. Then they heard of the cobbler who was found brutally mangled and the child torn to pieces. Dieter returned later the next afternoon, blood dripping from his maw. Hilda shot him with her fathers’ hunting rifle. Poor Dieter. Since then a steady stream of recently deceased dogs had been supplied through a contact at the local shelter. For safety’s sake they were not allowed to roam free but caged and monitored. Alas for every modification Hilda made to her serum none had turned out any. A few of the ways Suzan noted for later and planned to show Marilyn when she got older.Kat's manner was one that left the men's pride intact and was a combination of flirty acceptance and firm refusal. Some of the more rowdy men who were both vulgar and crass still laughed off her refusal and didn't seem to be offended by her manner.Suzan felt that Kat was far too young to have this much experience in handling men. She couldn't be more than eighteen seasons a best, but she was showing Suzan. Heather and I were pushing and pulling and trying to avoid the valve sticking out when I felt a hand between my legs. I figured it was an accident, except that it happened again. I looked at Heather, but she was looking at the tube. Then it happened once more, only the hand kind of rubbed my cock. Again, Heather was looking somewhere else. She didn’t say a word and she didn’t look at me.There were so many things I didn’t know then, one of them being how much pleasure the touch of another could.