Wilson a kiss.Stacy climbed into the harness. She stroked the phallus with glee.“Not the big one!” Cindy said, eyeing the monster between Stacy’... legs.“Oh, don’t be a big cry-baby!” Stacy admonished. “I had four fingers up your sloppy cunt just five minutes ago!”“Did not!”“Did too!”“My pussy is not sloppy!”“Is too!” she said, then added, “No, it’s not. Sorry.” Stacy shrugged. She stroked her fat cock one more time. “I think Chuck’s cock is bigger than this,” she said, while positioning herself. And a lot of sex. There’s a lot of sports and game shows: and they’re not the nice sports like you told me you see on tourist television. There are a lot of gladiatorial sports. There’s one sport which is basically where two men armed with knives have to fight to castrate the other. The winner is the one who (by whatever means) manages to slice off his opponent’s testicles and to hold them aloft. That’s pretty disgusting. And often, of course, one or both of them die. There are others which are. Once in school, the whole class was excited to discover our new condition. They immediately required us to lower our new panties and display our butt plugs. Even our teacher Miss Jacqueline was curious to confirm our new condition for she had been away for the last few weeks attending some teaching course or something and had only returned to formalise the end of term reports etc. As a special treat for letting the class check us out, she let us nurse her new baby Phoebe for the whole day . Brandy was having a good time too and, as usual, she had more male attention than I cared to see, but I trusted her implicitly so I did my best to ignore it. Rhonda, Brandy's best friend since the third grade, and her husband Paul, really knew how to throw a party so I was a little surprised when Paul came up to me and asked me for a favor."We are running out of ice and I feel obligated to stay and be host. Could you go and get some?"I thought about it for a moment, the closest store at this.