. and so. It was nice to know I was missed by someone I’d come to love. Very nice. Maybe even redeeming, even.Well, one day I faded in and realized ...he was saying goodbye, there in the tub. She had brought the plaster model of me and was apparently having a goodbye fuck. It was very strange. I felt my cock slide into her. I felt her pussy. I felt her orgasm, once, twice, three times before the plaster completely dissolved and things got even more confusing. I felt her body, most of it anyway,. The arm of the couch was the perfect height and width to straddle and rub against. Remote controls became excruciatingly phallic and had me wondering what all those little plastic knobs would feel like, bumping in and out of my hole. I’d pressed my arse against the washing machine during the spin cycle until the vibration nearly made me scream and had experienced a fervent desire to be reincarnated as a stamp when I happened to see Cybele licking one. It was when I’d almost caved and done the. " "You mean you're going to make two of me today?" "Well not exactly, Jordan. I use this machine to graft, or clone a cock to your crotch area, and then a lot of other stuff happens to make it work with all your other body parts. I use the term 'cloning' for lack of a better one."The machine was a large ponderous device that Jordan didn't pretend to be able to understand. Numerous dials and gauges dotted the facing of it. Attached to the front was what looked like a large stretcher carrier,. “Good.” “Because I am going to take you to the heights of ecstasy tonight, and I want you to enjoy every sensation”. “Yes” I whisper, “Please”. Taking my hands you lead me out of the room and into the room where the music originated. My senses are heightened. I long to touch you, but I know that again I’ll need to wait. You take me in your arms again and this time I can feel the proof of your arousal, and it just adds fuel to my already burning pussy. “I need to feel you.