Cindy at least knew something was going on and seemed to like me.Her parents were gone, as was the plan. She was sitting her nine-year-old sister, who... would have an early bedtime tonight, probably. And her parents-- it was promised-- would have a late one. I brushed the sweat off my brow and hoped Cindy wouldn't notice what a mess I was.I walked up to her door and knocked.A minute later the door swung open and a Cindy's little sister, Candy, answered it. "Hey, Brian!" she said. "CIIIIIINDDY". "It doesn't mean we can't be friends." I wanted so much more than friends." She turned her eyes downward."There is no reason not to hold your head up." I put my hand under her chin. "Another world, another time, and I would have likely wanted to be married to you."She threw her arms around me and kissed me. I held her tight and kissed her. Sissy yelled out "Yuck!" And Mandy pulled herself from me to look at Sissy."Mommy, Mandy is kissing Hero Willy again!" She took off running for the. “I’m starting to think that we might not be very good at this.”“What would have happened if the shooter had prosthetic arms, like me?” Moralez asked.“I don’t think that’s likely,” Stanley said, gesturing to the grip. “Prosthetics are made from essentially the same polymer that we use for XMRs. It’s strong, light, cheap to manufacture. If a shooter with prosthetics had fired this weapon, it would have fused to his hand, and there would be some sign of that. I don’t see anything that would. Semen spurted from his cock and flew in an arch, only to land on his chest and six-pack. As I watched him shoot his load I could see why he was popular with the ladies, and now he would be with men too if he so choose. He had a big cock for his young age, twenty is still young in my books.I moved to lick up and swallow his semen as my ex-girlfriend and he continued to look towards the other and old each other’s hands. I couldn't picture a better place to be than to be with the two of them right.