.”Somewhere in the back of my mind, where there was still some cognitive ability functioning, I reflected that I was acting like a teenager. In my o...n defense, it had been years since a woman had touched me, and I wasn’t into habitual masturbation. So, it had been a while, and my body made up for it.Sharon squeaked as my prick swelled in her hands, shot two jets of warm semen up her right forearm, and four weaker pulses that coated both her hands in sticky white liquid. She kept up the. What would you do???I did meet him again.I got on the same train the next day. I had a large flat package. I stood in the same place, and he got on at the same stop and stood in front of me. I was ready for him. I had on tracksuit bottoms with a Velcro fastener at the front but I had taken out the Velcro.Sure enough he bumped against me and he felt I was already hard. No one could see anything for the package I was holding, so when he felt for me I had my cock out.He froze when he felt it, but. Tompkins may I see you in my chambers please," the judge said to him plainly.Like a typical kid, he pointed his finger at his chest to say, "Me?"The judge chuckled and said, "I don't see any other Tompkins men in the room. Do you?" Uh. No your honor, thank you sir."So he followed the judge to his chambers wondering what this was all about. He hoped he hadn't gotten himself into trouble for speaking his mind.When they entered the chambers, Judge Barrtel turned and asked him if he'd like. He'd stretched the little bitch's asshole to thecircumference of a banana--and a big banana, at that. It looked as ifher anus would never recover its former dimensions, and it might not--not completely, anyway. Still, the asshole was an amazingly elasticmuscle, and it was actually a pretty safe bet, he thought, that theaperture would resume something close to its initial size, although, atthe moment, it was huge, permitting him to see more than an inch intoits pink interior before the walls.