“In order for me to remain the way I am, I need sacrifices. I must end with the first, doll.”“Does that mean I’ll end up like them,” Ursula ...sks, gesturing at the set of stuffed dolls on the bed.“No, of course not, doll,” he answers. “Once this is over and I can remain like this, they will all be released.”“Is that why they are dolls?” she asks, believing what he says. It all sounds fishy, but for some reason it makes sense.“Of course,” he says, sounding sincere. “Every soul needs a body.”“That. Then he gazed at the apple tree by the stream and pointed it out. ‘Look over there, Rebecca,’ he started ‘that tree hasn’t been around very long, only a few seasons. Soon it will bear fruit.’ A slight breeze stirred the branches, waving at them in greeting. ‘It’s strong wood, will be a glorious sight in a year or two when it’s fully budded out, its flowers smelling sweetly andthe ripe fruit hanging down. It has a rare grace even now, a delightful contour, a subtle lithe quality, like a young. They still had about four weeks to go according to my calculations. They were due in the third week of the new year. I had less than a week to get them settled in before the big party. We ended up in a group hug, and they had to wipe my tears.I was so happy to see them I could burst. It felt so good holding them. The cock being at full mast was bit disconcerting, but it had been a while. Them giggling and rubbing against me didn’t help me go down in a hurry either.When Hail approached, I had to. Joliet was either drunk or high on something. Soon as she/he was in the bedroom, Joliet stripped naked and crawled on to the bed. Joliet's penis was rigid as a rock, she/he pushed me to my back and sucked roughly on my cock. Deep throating my shaft till her/his eyes bulged from their sockets. A couple of times I had to forcefully push her/his head up so she/he could breath. Joliet would look up at me those flashing green eyes peering deep into mine and go right back to choking her/his self on.