“Alison what has gotten into you?” I asked.“I get like this once in a while. It’s called hormonal,” she replied.“Gee, I thought it was jus... my irresistible body,” I said.“No, anything with a penis would do today. Don’t worry I won’t rape you. I know you aren’t ready yet,” she added.“Good thing for me The Judge is riding with you today. I have no idea how much longer I could hold out,” I explained.“I will be better tomorrow I promise,” she said. “It really is something I have no control over.”I. As much as I loved being a faggot slut in my nylons I was still rather picky about who I got on my knees for. One night I went and it was a bit dead even for a week night I thought but anyway I entered one of the theaters and saw a nice gentleman sitting in the back row all by himself. I sat down next to him and undid my jeans a bit so I could rub my cock. I wasn't really exposing anything. He unzipped his and pulled his cock out through the zipper. I reached over and started stroking him and. Andyour brother," the man noted, his eyes darting towards the three othergang members about the table. "You are all wanted for arson, robbery,blackmail and ... and the rape and murder of four girls," the last wasclearly unsavory to the thin man, but also very important. "There ain't no use denying it, but those girls had it coming. They weresluts," Ertu explained. His brothers laughed."I don't like rapists." With a flick of his wrist the parchment rolled upagain and he put it away."Will you. I think the thing that caused the change in my lifestyle after Molly chucked me out was one Sunday morning when I got out of the shower and walked into the bedroom to find some clothes for the day. The back of the closet door had a full length mirror and I guess I stopped and looked at myself critically for the first time in quite awhile. What I saw was a 5 foot 9 inch, overweight, white skinned 54 year old male with a beer gut and more hair on his chest than he had on his head. In short, I.