Really for how deep and long the gash was, it wasn’t in bad shape. Rael’s had already stopped bleeding and the flesh was free of the red, puffy lo...k of infection. The edges were fairly symmetrical, and she felt sure he would heal very well. Her hands had finally steadied and she worked the curved needle and thread through his flesh, the firm pressure and then yielding of her needling working through muscle. Rael was tense, his body taut as a bowstring, but he didn’t move, and he didn’t. But this time it wasn't wicked, but full of tenderness and sympathy.I knew what she'd seen. The last time I dared to look between my legs I saw that my tied off scrotum had turned an alarming and unnatural muddy purple color."They've already begun to die," Kelli said, matter-of-factly. "There's no going back now." I felt one last tear roll down the side of my face. She lifted my head and gave me a few sips of water. Then she explained how things would be from now on. She knew I still loved her. Kelly was getting turned on. She had never been surrounded by so much cum! She was starting to realize what all the guys in the rest of the booths were doing. Within twenty feet a dozen guys were jacking off! Her pussy was lubing up at the thought. We clicked through some channels; girl stuff, bondage stuff (ouch!), gay stuff, and then found a movie of a guy with a huge cock fucking some chick silly as she was bent over a chair. Kelly said, “stop there.” When my tokens ended in just a few. I would bet there wasn't more than 2 ounces of meat on one, and a lot of bones.I was cruising at 50 mph and relaxing when I noticed a real road runner just about keeping up with me. I couldn't resist the beep-beep of the air horn that caused it to swerve and fly a short distance. Yes, there really are road runners. Why that dang coyote would want one I'll never know, not enough meat for me.It was early afternoon in La Mesa as I cruised through town looking it over. It was definitely not the.