She took a pen and a piece of paper and wrote down the first thing that came to mind: My husband is a monster. She was startled again. She tore the pa...er up. What nonsense. Michael was the sweetest man shed ever met. If anything, he was too endearing. She tried again: My husband has a secret. That was more believable, but was it true? Michael acted strange at times, but was he hiding something? She just assumed that everyone must have secrets. That Michael didnt seem to have any only meant that. I put my finger inside her and then into my mouth. The next time I put it in her mouth!She sat there fully nude not caring that I was there in the chair nude too looking and touching her pussy and inner most thighs. I even reached under her and rubbed her sweet little rose bud a few times. But she didn’t seem to like that very much and tried to move away from my finger. So I more or less stayed with her pussy. It was amazing to me that this sweet little girl love for me to explore her cunt. She. .. you can't say something like that and just walk away! Now 'fess up–what gets that motor of yours running?" Okay, but you have to promise not to get grossed out or think I am some kind of sick pervert or anything. Promise?" Sally, honey, we are both adults here. And I don't know about you, but I've been around the block more than a couple times. I have seen some pretty strange things done in the name of sex. I seriously doubt you could tell me anything that would shock me very much... and. I spent the next few days with a packageof frozen peas on my crotch, and when I undid the bandages the firsttime, it looked awful. Bruised and purple and ugly. But after a fewmore days, the swelling and bruising wore off, and when I looked down, Isaw an unnaturally small little penis, more like a little boy's, no morethan an inch long, projecting above an empty, hairless scrotum. Mypanties immediately fit better, and I started wearing short shorts, whichStanley loved. With my testicles no.