" "The SOB even had the nerve to send my measurments and photos to the maker in Amsterdam...the real "me" wasn't good enough, but a fake was." She beg...n to cry, and I took her into my arms to comfort her. "I didn't want a divorce for Connie's sake, so after he spilled the details, I demanded he get ME a love partner of my own." "We lived together, but separately after that, until he died," she said. I was still speechless. "You can't imagine how expensive they were, but I didn't give a. ”“I want to watch,” he replied, refusing to let her shut the door.“Don’t be daft,” she giggled, jigging about, “shut the door before l have an accident.”James didn’t move. Julie could wait no longer, rushing to the toilet and sitting down.“Open your legs,” he said, kneeing in front of her, “l want to watch.”“God l can’t believe l’m doing this,” she giggled, parting her thighs as the stream of urine flooded from her. “Don’t do that!” She shouted as he put his hand between her thighs, touching. I saw her comein and sit down. I remember I thought that she looked like a reallyclassy lady. She was wearing a suit - I mean like jacket and skirt thesame material - a little short jacket and a short skirt. She was wearingheels and she had great legs. Like, legs with shape. I remember Ithought: 'She must work out'.She had light colored hair and it was pinned up - professional looking.She had a face like off of a fashion magazine. I remember thinking, andI thought this way all the time. Vivid memories of those fingernails holding his cock enteredhis mind. These visual images were so detailed and realistic, that Nathanfound himself wondering - did he become gay when he was drunk?Stupid, stupid, stupid. Jamie who was scanning his fingernails for anysigns of a scratch mentally cursed himself for treating himself soroughly. He began thinking of how he had let his 3 inch nails grow longerthan even his two inch cock. Needless to say, the fourth change had takenplace.Nathan was.