His climax was approaching, I could tell the signs, but what was strange was that I was feeling it too. The vibration in my ass intensified, and his c...ck got harder then he came. It was strange, like when you are sucking on a large straw with a blockage and the block gives way and it blasts into your mouth and chokes you. It was something like that.I think it went so quickly through my mouth I barely tasted it at first. I couldn’t swallow it quick enough, quite a bit dripped down my chin.. "She gave him a few moments to absorb that news, then went on, "Unlessyou'd prefer to give me trouble and lose the option to have thetreatments reversed. You can stay like you are now without any chanceof getting back your missing -- "She looked down at his miniaturized dick. " -- your missing seveninches."She chuckled at the way she had said that.Mick put his hands modestly over his bosom. "I guess I don't have anychoice," he said in surrender.She told him, "Like I explained, it's up to. Gently, as you did when I was once alive, your finger plays across my lips, as if knocking on a door. Where once I might have giggled and pushed you in with my own hand, now I lay silent, yet not unwilling.You press, and with slight resistance, my corpse allows the finger entry. A wave of heat washes over you, and you know that your last opportunity is upon us. Again you drink in the sight of me in my repose.The tragic beauty of my body as it lies in state is a far cry from the almost comedic. “Tell me about those girls with whom you fell in love — I take it you did not marry either of them?”“My first love, when I was fourteen, was a girl in Grantham. She was aged about sixteen, the daughter of the town’s grocer, and was a beautiful, blonde haired, blue eyed enchantress — not unlike Amy Fairfax, who was the other girl I fell in love with at first sight.”“So what happened to the blonde enchantress from Grantham?”Annette was clearly amused at my early passion for Margaret Roberts, for.