I look at womenin the street and wish I was them. I've played around with onlinemakeover sites and have dreamed of the transformed image of me becomi...ngreality."But then I come to my senses. There's a huge difference betweenwishing I'd been born female and actually wanting to become one. Thesurgery is expensive and painful and, at the end of it, I may stilllook like a guy in a dress. I would probably lose everything I holddear - you, the kids, the lifestyle, everything - and that's too big. I dont think that there is any more sperm left for my vagina. Is there any? I must have sucked and slurped down Stians jissom and jism to emptiness and nonexistence. How many liters of reproductive cell is a in-good-physical-shape human male supposed to generate in his scrotums? How many liters ought to be spewed and puked out through his urethra? How many precisely? Delicately and kindly, Stian puts the head of his John Thomas between my thighs and then tells me to stroke and rub it. She spent a lot of time cleaning areas only I had touched, and letting her hands wonder around her own body. I got the feeling that this sensual show was just that she was showing off to her husband who was watching this whole ordeal. I could feel his eyes boring through me and my legs were feeling week. Debbie grabbed me helping to hold me as I gathered myself. I could feel her breasts and body up against me. Her touch was awaking feelings inside, along with being so exposed and exploited was. There was a beautiful lewdness about her. Her wantonness was one of the many reasons I love her so much. Carol and I share a love of sex and each other. We want each other to get the most out of our lecherous life. Jim could feel Billy's cock sliding alongside his. Billy's big purple head was driving Jim to new levels of sexual delight. His cock shivering with pleasure after pleasure. Jim had never before experienced a sexual encounter with another man. His balls were full of cum and his veins.