It was slightly smaller than the average human and equally thinner. But what it lacked in size, it made up for in appearance. The shaft began with a b...ulbous base, then thinned out for a while before ending in a point. The final detail I noticed was its red tint.My first thought when I saw the cock was that my daughter planned on sucking it. She didn’t, but that was only because she did something far worse. Now that her strength had returned, she grabbed one of the pillows and placed it beneath. Not like yours - fluffy white pillows and fancy French doors. She pours you a drink, white wine in a tall slender glass, then goes to change. Modestly sized Rodin replicas dot the perimeter of the room, each at rest on its own simple black pedestal - cold, white, flesh-from-stone women with faces hidden, lying twisted into shapes that flaunt their bodies in the most sensual ways. You're drawn to one of them, a voluptuous female form lying with legs curled under her, face nearly obscured by a. ” Rose hesitated and glanced at Larry, the ranch manager.“There’s a spot out at the edge of the woods where we thought we might create a kind of memorial garden,” he said.“You see, we don’t plan to leave here,” Rose added. “Lexi showed us that life is fragile and we’re all going to die one day. We want to stay here. With her.”“You mean, have your ashes scattered on the ranch, too?” I asked.“In our memorial garden. And we want to invite our parents and siblings to consider this as their home,. So if my parents have guests over or whatever then we will not be interrupting.As I get to the bottom of the stairs I see my dad at the kitchen table looking at his tablet with a cup of coffee and a half eaten bagel in front of him. While next to him is my older sister by 2 years with a plate of scrambled eggs and 2 pancakes that are about halfway done with a glass of Orange juice on the side.“Hey nerd” my sister says. Which my dad raises his head “hey there princess. Just in time for breakfast.