That when she heard a loud noise fairly close. She turned around as the shadow of a monsterous beast approached. She put her back to the wall, slowly ...liding to the ground. Her breaths quiet and shallow.She saw it.The creature could only be described with one word... Horror. She hid in the shadow, blending right in.It sniffed the air. It suddenly looked at her roaring in the cool air.It stepped toward her, a ploom of dust rising around it's black hoof.It feasted upon her frame. She could see. When I got to the park, Lily was waiting for me in front of the statue of Abraham Lincoln -- not that Abraham Lincoln. This was Abraham Bartholamew Lincoln, who was a hero in Clarkson during the depression when he rescued children from a fire at the school. He died a couple of months later in a flood while helping rescue a mother and her two babies. The statue was put up the following year when it came time to put up a new statue of a hero in our town. The idea was to give children good. This laughter was more an indicator I was getting closer, and nervous about my juices being splattered all over the chair, as I’m a huge cummer. As I mentioned, he knew how to push my buttons, and started speaking Spanish in a suggestive tone, giving off that sexy accent that would stop me in my tracks instantly. He stopped for a moment and looked into my eyes, rubbed my body, then got back to it, this time speeding up the sucking of my manhood. “Gotdamnit Al, I’m about to cum,” I yelled.. If those nipples have shown up, there might be othercomplications. Do you want to return and have it all reversed?"he finally offered.I paused nervously. The last thing I wanted was to return to alife of pills and expense. Besides, removing my new vagina was adefinite none starter. I hadn't been with any men but I knew fromthe size of my dildoes and my bitter childhood experiences, thatmy bitch cunt could take a human dick. It would still be a littletight though. Don't forget that I had once.