Once.”“When?”“I can’t tell you exactly right now, but it would have been sometime during the spring of 1984.”“Over four years ago? And t...is is the first you’ve heard of it?”“Yes. I haven’t seen her since then. Not even passing on the street. No phone calls. No letters. Nothing.”“Do you have any way of finding out the exact date you were with this woman?”“I’ve kept a very extensive journal since I was fourteen. It’ll be in there with an exact date.”“Do NOT advertise the fact that you keep a. The whole time, my mouth was being filled with what seemed like cum, and I was puzzled exactly what was happening. She said while she did this "I'm going to cum in your mouth and I want you to swallow every bit of it".I later asked her how she made the strap-on taste like it did, and she told me she had soaked it in my cum and inserted the dick in her pussy to get it to taste like her pussy juice. She said she had mixed up a spare batch using my frozen cum, some of her pee and a little bit of. I hummed as I wiggled out of my jeans and stripped off my thong. I let my futa-cock grow as I headed forward. It bobbed before me. I was such a sexy thing. Blonde and petite. My little titties were just a delight. A pervert’s wet dream. I squeezed my small mounds as I hit the stairs. My huge futa-cock led the way as I raced up them. My feet smacked on the carpet.In pictures lining the wall up the stairs, I caught glimpse of the excited Spice. She was stroking her girl-dick and grinning with. What really scared him was the other details thatslowly filtered through to his brain.This was not his leg. Yes, he could feel it and the brutish hand clampingdown on it. Felt skin, muscles, and bones being stretch as his body waspulled along. But it was not his leg. At least not the one he was used tofor over forty years of his life. Too slender and too short.But more details invaded his mind. Something blocked his view on his legand the man dragging him along. Said something made him curse..