So smooth... so soft," he hissed, then he was moving behind her, his big hand on her shoulder as if to guide him, while simultaneously he untied the b...elt of his robe.Susan felt his arms slip around her waist as she remained stone-still, with her flimsy panties and bra, garter belt and hose, her last useless protection. Then, he kissed her soft, naked shoulder and his hands smoothed over the little bowl of her satiny, white belly, while she shuddered with an uncontrollable, and unwanted. The k**s used to circle around me and chant "MUTANT DICK,MUTANT DICK! LALALALALALA". I can still hear the faint echos of their torment. My parents had to order custom pants for me. It was rough growing up. Then when I became a horny little bastard of a teenager- it sucked to be in school and to be hard because EVERYONE could tell- I would try to tell people that I had a third leg- somehow that would be more acceptable. I tried taking it out one day and putting a shoe on it but I was sent home.. She said "I know. I just couldn't get the angle for some of it." Do you want me to help?" "Would you? If I'm going to do it I want to do it right."So I laid her down on the bed with a towel under her, and finished the job. I couldn't help but notice she was juicing heavily as I worked my fingers into her pussy lips to better get at the bush. When I was done she was baby smooth and I handed her a mirror to admire our work. She ran her hand over exposed clit hood, sliding it back to expose her. "My name's not Emma," I start but the temples of my forehead being topound. I brush my hair out of my face. I see tall girl, perhaps sixteenor seventeen years old. She has short-ish hair with red streaks in it andhigh cheek bones. I try to stand but find myself wobbling on my feet."Hey Chloe, can we speak to Emma please?" the strange woman askspatiently."What, what do you mean?" I mutter, my speech slurring and the worldspinning around me."It's me Emmy - Poppy," she smiles at me. I feel like.