Alright, we don't have a lot of time...' Like a dunce I took two strong sniffs of the bottle, I don't know how to describe what happen next but I just...had to devour his penis and get him inside of me as quick as possible. I found myself gripping his penis in my hands, one in front of the other and still had six to eight inches to go. I licked and sucked his tool as he stroked my head and exuded pre-cum. He pushed my head away and placed the bottle under my nose again and said '...do it. She squealed in delight and fascination as she stared at herbrother's bottom, "Dana, it's gone. It did fall off. You look just likeme now. You're a real girl now." I do look like you now, huh? But it didn't fall off. Mommy just fixedit so I would look like you." Can I touch it?" Diane asks."I guess so."And so Diane reached out and rubbed her fingers over the newly createdslit. She giggled as she tried to push a finger in it as she did herown pee pee. "Dana your thingy is grown shut. How will. .. I just want to have fun.”“Band? My daughter tells me there’s a great band at the Laudermist.”I tootled my fingers. “Bobby and the Silver Spur...”“Featuring Karen Post,” he said. “Old cars? I have an old car ... scrap isn’t paying.”“Kind?”“Old Volvo...”“Where is it?”“Behind the garage.”“Look?”And here we go again ... Fifty bucks and I drove it to the gas station ... a 1966 Volvo 544 Sport. Carbs out of sync and timing off a plug. While I was getting it serviced a guy drove by, saw it and paid. .. quite vigorously. I found out that a dishonest trainer, Harold Bishop, wanted our yard.More accurately, he wanted Cutter's Way, and us. He wanted us to run the yard for him, so that no one would know that it was his. That would provide him with a curtain of honesty, something that he didn't have.Bishop was only a small time trainer, and a bully, but he had delusions of grandeur. He thought that he could expand his business by intimidating a bunch of women. He then wanted to pull off some.