However, thenightgown, whether it is equipped with breasts alone or also sports ahairy vulva, is clearly no ordinary nightgown. There is somethingmag...ical, perhaps even supernatural, about the item of clothing. It bearsthe imprint--indeed, more than the imprint, the reality itself--of itswearer's breasts (or breasts and pubes), just as, in Philosophy, thehigh-heeled shoes bear the impressions of, or their wearer's actual,toes.The nightgown and the shoes bear the imprints of the wearer's. ‘None of those wishes will ever come true, but my last wish will definitely come true. I wish you a miserable life in prison from now until the day you die and then burn in hell for eternity.’ ‘Wh…wha…what do you mean life in prison?’ Oleg sputtered out in confusion. ‘You’re going to prison and I’m sending you there. You should have been more careful when talking about your illegal activities while I was around, you sorry son of a bitch. I’ve told the authorities everything I know. Names,. I felt the early stages of pulsing and decided this was not the place to let loose so pulled her into the woods, my full cock thrusting against the bushes, which weirdly just got me hornier.As we got a good way in she grabbbed me and again started wanking my full length. (I am told I have a large and wide cock, to be honest I’ve never compared so who knows?) I decided I wanted something so pulled her top up to play with her 38c breasts and nipples. As soon as they were in my hands she forced me. "I was thinking about how long we had known each other. We hadn't been sexual in quite some time and back then he had a juvenile penis and no body hair. I wondered if that had changed, so I decided to check it out."You know, there's an urban myth about a man's cock and his shoe size. They say there's a correlation between the two, whoever 'they' is." A puzzled look spread over Jeremy's face."What's a correlation," he asked. Obviously, he wasn't hitting his dictionary very often."A correlation.