The doctor came back in and started to explain that we needed to milk my prostate twice a day because it was really backed up, she also said if this d...idn’t help they might have to do surgery. She also told me to remember to ejaculate at least once a day too, she explained to me and mom that during milking I may ejaculate and I may not but to keep doing it, she also said that if I felt like I wanted to stimulate my penis during the milking to ejaculate faster this would be OK. The doctor handed. I still hear that in my head sometimes when I close my eyes. I don’t think it’ll ever go away. But what I’ll remember even more is what happened just before all of that. They stepped out of the room to let me say goodbye. I ran my fingers through your thin hair and choked out words that I had thought I would get to sing to you every night for years. But this once would just have to be enough: ‘Hush, little baby, don’t say a word… Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird… If that mockingbird don’t. On her back she sported a huge tattoo of a woman looking into a mirror. On the left was a dead-on image of the woman Kelly Vincent used to be - innocent, conservative and beautiful. On the right was Kiki Kockslut - cheap, big-titted shemale stripper/whore. The artwork was perfect, yet it was impossible to tell which was the reflection and which the true person. Despite that though, Kiki's favorite tattoos, the ones that always made her giggle when she thought about them were the matching arrows. Wo ab bhi hosh mein nahi thi. Main usko waise hi god mein uthaye hue apne room mein aaya, aur peeth ke bal let gaya. Fir main uske sir ko sehlane laga. Thodi der mein wo hosh mein aayi to khud ko mere upar paya. Neeche dekhne ke baad usko samajh aa gaya, ki lund abhi bhi ghusa hua tha.Usne bus itna kaha: Hilna mat.Aur wo mere seene se chipak kar rone lagi. 10 minute baad maine kaha: Nikala lu?To wo boli: Nahi, aap chalau kariye.Fir main dheere-dheere neeche se short lagane laga. Uski aankhon se.