I know this to be true,For, whenever I open to you,My lips are labia;My mouth, a clitoris;My tongue, a cunt,Wet with a woman's loveFor you, despite my...ownDangling, useless cockAnd balls. My manhood,For you, I surrender,Accounting my sex and genderNaught but testimoniesOf my love for you.YOU, MY LORDYour penis fills my fist;My lips part to slideAnd glide over the smoothColumn of fleshThat is your sex;My gaze is lowered,As it should beIn your presence,Contemplating the lovelinessOf your. ‘Y-yes,’ Gwen answered, losing control and bursting into tears. He spoke soothingly to her, tying to calm her. He was still talking when she heard the knock on her door and screamed. ‘Gwen!’ Steve said loudly over the phone, ‘It’s me! It’s Steve. Open the door, Honey.’ Gwen jumped up and struggled with the locks, still holding her cell phone to her ear. Once unlocked, the door burst inward and Steve came in quickly, his phone still to his ear, and he looked around the darkened apartment.. I wasactually getting kind of impressed myself."Oh yeah, and she loved it. She was literally begging for more." Thevoice was closer and I could feel a hand on my thighs, right above theboots. I moaned and squirmed."You like that?" the other voice asked, and I felt another hand, thisone on my shoulder.I nodded and squirmed, wiggling my ass and shaking my tits. The falsieshad a nice jiggle to them, but it did make me wish I had real titssuddenly. I did briefly wonder how far I was willing to go. Slowly I walk up to the big brick house. Always loved this place. I walk past the rock garden. None of the brightly painted gnomes seem to be watching me. Since the dog cane in the park, such things with eyes have made me uneasy. As I walk past the cars, I start to hear laughter and splashing from around back. When I step around the corner, I see the pool is filled with River’s friends and younger relatives. I don’t see River. A few of them know me. I get hands waving and smiles. From a few at.