..wrong..."What the fuck..." George breathed.Another stab of pain shot up out of his groin and he dropped a hand downinto his lap, his whole situation...coming to him in a rush as hediscovered that nothing was in his pants now, his manhood was completelygone, taken while he had been looking elsewhere.His back gave a sudden sharp jerk and George choked off the scream intoa whimper of pain. He didn't need to reach back to know that his backnow had a faintly feminine curve to it. His ribs were. Gracious me! What a pleasant sight."Ann and Sarah settled into a relaxed gin and tonic mode in Sarah's opulent den. Both watched with iniquitous fascination as Al Jr. moved about the backyard. Each circuitous trip brought him closer and closer to the large windows across the back of the room. Finally on one of his passes, Al glanced inside, recognized Ann and Sarah seated on the Best's large couch, and smiled broadly at them."One day that boy is going to make some lucky girl scream in ecstasy.. My mom embraced her and enjoyed the hug for a long time. My mom craved our affection and wanted us to come to her for all our problems. She was super controlling and the ultimate Yenta mother. Once my mother milked Erica’s fake tears for as long as she could and enjoyed the mother-daughter time, she agreed with my father.“Erica, it isn’t a big deal! The NIS program is going to be in every High School in Pennsylvania!” she said.“That’s fine, but why should I participate?” Erica stopped crying. . but I’ll stick with my moped!”Just then the light changes, so the banker decides to show the old man just what his car can do. He floors it, and within 30 seconds, the speedometer reads 160 mph! Suddenly, he notices a yellow dot in his rear view mirror. It seems to be getting closer! He slows down to see what it could be, and suddenly ... Whoooooosssshhhhh! Something blows by him, going much faster!“What in the hell could be going faster than my Ferrari?” the young man asks himself. He floors.