Liz was clearly very comfortable with her sexuality and had a very healthy sex life. I finished her right leg and moved onto her armpits, which was pr...tty quick. She shaved so often and kept them so clean that all it took was a few swipes of the razor to obliterate her hair. "Stick out your arm." I said. "What?" Where's the only place where a girl should have hair?" "Her head," Liz replied instantly. "Well, your arms count too you know," I said. Liz nodded in approval as I spread shaving foam. I enjoyed rubbing my hand over pantie-covered ass. I thought someday, when “normal function” returns, I’ll have to take that ass. MaryBeth’s ass was a 10, while the ex’s ass was a, well let’s not even think about. As we stood there, MaryBeth continued grinding against my attachment and caressed me all over. While my dick didn’t feel anything, the rest of me certainly could. It was like a blind man having acute hearing. Because my dick wasn’t working, the rest of me was more alert to. George felt himself becoming very warm under such fervent observation. He took a gulp of his beer to calm himself, but that seemed to heighten the feeling of heat. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, in fact it felt quite nice. It couldn’t be a buzz from the beer George thought to himself, he’d only had a couple of sips. The older man noticed a tingling around his calves and ankles. He didn’t know what was happening but it made him feel quite horny. Oh, how he missed his Mattheau. And the. Thomas had dragged Daddy away, and he also shot Roland in the hand. I saw a woman shoot Thomas, and I shot her, and then I shot the third man when he also shot Thomas. Our pilots came out of the jet, and the other two men jumped into a car and drove away.Thomas, Roland and the man I shot were still alive. Thomas was the worst injured, so we put him in the Cessna, and I flew to Wichita Airport, and contacted them on the emergency frequency. I told them I had a shooting victim aboard, and had a.