Stephanie tore off her fuzzy pants and panties and shrieked as she saw her shaven pussy lips move like a mouth.“Wha…wha…what the fuck?!" she scr...amed.“Well, nice to meet you too,” her vagina giggled. “We’re going to have sooo much fun together; just you wait.” Her nether lips smiled as her breasts began to move under her shirt.“Holy shit, they’re alive too?” Stephanie exclaimed.“Nah, don’t be silly. They are a part of me. I can move them similar to the way you move your hands. Take your shirt. Here is Ann's story in her own words.My Dad spanked me for as long as I can remember. When I was little wherever we were he would yank my pants down and give me a slap or two on my bare bottom. Things started to change when I was nearing puberty at around eleven years old. He felt that to properly chastise me I would have to lay across his lap with my pants and underpants pulled down to my knees. Believe me it hurt too. He was a big Polish man. His big hand covered both of my small butt cheeks. So I pulled on some boxers, rinsed the toothpaste out of my mouth with mouthwash, and began my journey down the spiral staircase to the front door, Rise Against t-shirt just below my eyes and my left leg in a pair of blue jeans. "I can't believe this, what the fuck takes you so long? I'm gonna be late!"Christina is my girlfriend, she has been since I was 18; that's a long story though, and I really don't like telling it. But for what it's worth, I doubt I would have done things any other way,. Tears flowed down my face and she made me kneel in front of the desk and lift my breast on to the wood surface desk top."Everything is wrong on this page. You get more pain when EVERYTHING is wrong, 25 strikes crushing the utters with the flat side and 25 chopping with the edge." After each strike she pulled on my nipples to make sure I was fully on the desktop, I tried retreating to my sub space, but the pulling on my nipples brought me back. Those things were on fire, I prayed that one of.