I could already feel my orgasm building in me and my muscles slowly tightening around his cock. I had been worked up since we left the apartment and n...eeded the kind of release that I knew only he could give me. The way he pushed into me, the position, and even desire that couldn’t wait until we left made me want to do nothing else but to come for him. I became very happy in that instant with the way he was wearing his shirt, allowing me to shift up towards him quickly and pull it to the side.. "it's me." It was my mother. "I came tosee how you were doing."The minute her hands touched me I broke out in tears, her fingersbrushing my hair out of my eyes, her lips caressing my forehead."Mom, the doctor told me! He said that I would have to..." I know honey. He told us while you were in the recovery room." I'll be a freak! I've seen those guys that wear dresses, they all lookso stupid, and they don't even look like women! Mom...!" It's true that there are men out there that dress as. She gasps as she feels the plastic head of the mannequin’s arousal press against her and she slowly, slowly lowers herself down onto it, feeling the curved shaft slide into her. She feels her inner walls tighten around the hard shaft and moans loudly, throwing her head back and tilting her hips so that she could deepen the penetration. Her fingernails try digging into the mannequin’s shoulders but only scrape against plastic. She finds herself wishing that she had warm skin to grab onto, until. Out popped a small hard cock. She said it was her other thumb.She brought the thumb to my mouth and had me suck on it. She held myhead as I did so. The thumb spit a warm and sweet juice that Iswallowed. Chris was recording me sucking the thumb. I smiled a lot.Morgan took her thumb away. When she was a few feet away, I looked ather thumb again and thought it looked like a teeny tiny version ofHercule.Chris gave the camera to Morgan and brought Hercule in front of my face.Hercule was huge. Chris.