" Mr. Johnson gulped, suddenly aware of his restraints but curiously unmotivatedto panic. She smiled calmly, pulling and squeezing gently. "Your balls...are so big and meaty - they'll make a cute addition to in my collection." Shegiggled: "I wonder if my friends at the sperm clinic will believe me whenI tell them I got these off a bull." Releasing his testicles, she watchedthem hang in their obscene package as if for the first time. "And besides,once your balls are safely in my collection jar. But, all I see are these green rectangles.St. FRANCIS: It’s the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers ‘weeds’ and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.GOD: Grass? But, it’s so boring. It’s not colorful. It doesn’t attract butterflies, birds, and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It’s sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?ST. FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great. . We'd seen each other naked a hundred times before as we worked at the same strip club, but for some reason this time felt different.. She began examining every inch of me as I undressed & I'd never had a female to this to me before, so I didn't understand how it felt so good how she touched me so gently as she helped me undress.. I'd always thought about being with another woman, as I'd recently begun to watch soft core lesbian porn at the time, but had no clue to even remotely approach. “You sure are a big boy now,” she sighed. “Nobody at school has a tool like yours.”“I’ve never done anal,” he lied.“Oh Tommy, I don’t like it.”“Just once, babe. I’d like to learn. A lot of these young pussies get all loose when they’re fucked a lot.”“Get some Vaseline,” his sister said. “You’ll have grease me up real good to get your big pecker in me.”While brother and sister were enjoying each other, the Bailey girls were in tears. They stood before their red-faced father, sniffing and wiping.