You are a prettyboy, and you will make a lovely girl."Pandemonium broke out in the courtroom. "Your honor,"Hobson stammered."The choice is yours, Mr. ...obson."He turned his lawyer. "Can't I appeal?" No, you pleaded guilty and threw yourself on the mercy ofthe Court." Some mercy! What should I do?"Ellen Marshall, a well-dressed woman in her late thirties,rose to address the judge. "Your Honor, if my client electsto undergo the surgical alternative, how long will he?Imean she, remain. She'dshowed it to an orderly before she left, so Wallace would wait at leasta little while before realizing she'd made a run for it.Still the questions remained. What to do? Where to go?She needed money, clothes, her passion fruit lipstick, and her loop earrings with the little ruby chips in them (the ruby was her birth stone),and she especially needed her hormones. All those things were at thehouse. Ok. Suppose she sent someone else? Who?There was really only one person she knew who was. It now glowed of juices in the sun. I reached in the bag of beach stuff I brought and pulled out the video camera. I started filming right away. I had to get more so I got up and walked down to the water and kept filming. It looked exactly as if my wife was nude on the beach. You could make out her cunt perfectly. While I was filming, I was too busy to notice the boys coming back up the beach again. This time there were about six of them. The same two that had walked by before but they had. My mischievous side started to come out. This was perfect, I could be a little bad and nobody would know. I slowly reached out for it. When my hand reached it, the dick twitched which scared me. Again I mustered up my courage and I reached for it again. This time I did not pull away when it twitched. It was a very strange feeling. The cock was warm and soft but hard and throbbing. My cold hand felt so good on the skin like it was made to be holding a cock. For the first time I could recall.