It gave a thankful sigh and shutdown. Around the desk there were various scraps of paper, all of which had hasty scribbling, notes linking references,... doodles, but all seemed to suggest the formulation of a plan. The time had come and I could avoid the task no longer. Steeling myself, I stood up and went to the body. The body was naked and looked as if it had been dead for some time. But it was desiccated rather than bloated. Like an ice-age man, discovered in a glacier or the body of a desert. Randy covered his new breasts with the towel he was carrying, While Paulcouldn't believe what a wasted wish his brother had made. "Thank you kind genie, I've always wanted to be a woman, but at my sizeeven with the best surgeons, I would have looked ridiculous. With yourpower I could end cancer, or world hunger even........"Paul hit Randy over the head, with a rock, then grabbed the bottle.'What an idiot! Wasting the power and wealth the genie could bring,'Paul thought. He had always been. I was going to get everything I wanted tonight and I could care less if she even got off. To coin a phrase, "tonight bitch, your ass was mine."Undressing quickly, I moved to the headboard, cock in hand. Placing it up to her lips I said, "suck it good and deep, I need it extra hard tonight." With that I shoved it between her lips.Ann had always been a good cocksucker and I think she loved giving oral as much as receiving it. I let her get use to it before I started pushing it deeper and deeper. She discovered those socks in the back of one of my bureau drawers and decided to confront me with the fact and give me a lecture on the evils of such a habit. She sincerely believed all that crap about "going blind," or "losing my marbles" if I kept it up.I was the only boy in a family with 11 girls. My mother, being a child of the 19th century and whose folks were deeply religious, had learned that masterbation would definitely do bad things to my mind and body. She was probably an expert in.