It was at this pointthat he realised his predicament. As his penis lowered, it brushed againstsomething and felt the familiar stinging sensation. Imme...iately his penis jumpedback to life, as if to save itself from the torturous plant. But she didn'tcome to rescue him and eventually his penis started to lower again. Unableto see, he couldn't really tell how far away he was at any time from beingstung, but his penis let him know each time he arrived there. This was delicioustorture, and although. I try to be careful not to encourage it excessively, but it is, in fact tempting. He has such pleasure when there is a chance to look down my blouse, for example. It is the rapture that makes me not object or pull back. I just enjoy him looking at my breasts and radiating pleasure and appreciation. My nipples get hard and I even lubricate a little. I think there is nothing wrong in our harmless pleasures. And Charley seems to be quite open in his friendships with girls, so maybe it is a good. Like his hair, theadhesive held the forms fast, resisting any attempt to remove theappliances.The initial shock of his situation had caused him to neglect the mostobvious sign that he was, despite his appearance, still a man. He pulledup his flowing skirt and reached inside black nylon panties. Yes, thankheavens....he was still intact."Don't worry, Melissa, you won't have to put up with that dreadfulappendage much longer". In his effort to understand what had been done tohim, he was oblivious. I got a little bit on the tip of my finger and put it to her lips. Somewhat to my surprise, she licked it off. "Those big balls of yours must have been full" she commented. It struck me just then that with her comments about my hairy chest, my big ol' cock and big balls, that she was probably comparing me with her fiance, so I guessed that she had let him deflower her. But she was comparing me favorably, it seemed.We lay on my bed and talked a bit and dozed a little and kissed and petted and.