They were at full pant. He was sliding his club rapidly against the nether lips. He used the head to stroke her there, not entering deeply, just insid... the lips. She was too pregnant for penetration. Her little hand took hold of the helmet and stroked it, her thumb rubbing the edge vigorously as it pushed forward and retreated. His big fingers were just as vigorously fucking her pussy. His other hand reached under her pregnant body to carefully pull and squeeze and twist her long tight. Then other touch his chest on her back trying to act unintentional. As she notice they were horsing around she moved away and left them. When she backed away they all starting to laugh at each other. although I couldn't listen, It was obvious they was chitchatting about her. I could even perceived one making that 2 hands squeezing gesture like he was saying "nice tits". What a shock that was. I was beginning to lose my innocence that night.She then sit on my side with glass of gin. "You better. I lapped at her, and felt rather than saw her clitoris which I sucked, my tongue’s tip tickling it. Her hands tightened in my hair. I was encouraged by this and suckled at her, my hands caressing her legs. Gently she pushed me away. I looked up anxiously. ‘I want to see your bedroom.’ I stood up and led her to it. Like that first night, I was exposed to her, my dress open but she was still clothed. I liked it, but cannot explain why. We stood in silence and then she said, "Take off my shoes". I. My once functioning penis had been injected with something whichnow meant it was small and flaccid, and which had then been sewn into myscrotal sac to resemble a pudenda. They told me at first, my balls hadbeen pushed up into my body cavity, but they hadn't, I'd been castrated,so the empty sac could be used to form my pseudo labia. I'd have to sit topee from then on as well.My feet were in four inch stiletto shoes, shiny black patent and they werelocked onto my tender feet with a strap and tiny.