Grandpa used to say that if every woman loved worshipping cock the way I did that there wouldn't be any bad relationships. Grandpa would sometimes cum...in his own hand and while I was doing my homework he would smear it across my mouth or shove his cum covered fingers in my mouth. Sometimes my grandmother would take trips to visit her sister and she would be gone all day. Grandpa liked to see how long I could pleasure his cock for. He would sit on the couch while I kneeled between his legs while. Remember, no dick, that's mine today"Bea whimpered making him turn back and study her face again, he still couldn't figure out the fear in her expression but the need in her voice was apparent.Kal tapped on the brown-black chitin bodice, "Open up." There were tiny interlocking hooks running down the center along both sides holding it together, her two insect-like arms just below her human ones shifted each side of the bodice slightly to disengage the hooks then moved the halves down and over. “Revenge?” she questioned. “You did that just to get back at me for how I treat you?”My mind was pretty scrambled. I hadn’t really thought I would ever be having this conversation. My mouth just started talking. “Well, maybe at first,” I said.That seemed to confuse her more than it did me. “At first?”“I mean, when you started.” I stammered. “I figured I’d see how far you would get before realizing it was me. A little embarassment for you always putting me down.”I could see a little anger flash. Soon I could see a row of six penises dangling in front of me. The policewoman turned to me and asked if I recognized any of the penises as the one which I saw at the bus stop. I looked carefully at each one in turn but in the end I shook my head and told the lady that it wasn’t one of them.She told me not to worry and led me into another room. In that room was a computer sitting on a table. She tapped the screen of the computer and said this was a penis identification program. Inside this, she.