I just sat behind the wheel and sobbed into my hands.I knew deep down, that I couldn't face her feeling the way I did at the moment. I needed to get m...y head screwed on straight. How, I didn't have a clue. I didn't know to who to turn too. I thought Jerry would give me directions all signed sealed and delivered. We never got there. He just listened and when he left, I was no better off. I knew I had to pull myself together. I decided to take the cowards way out."Hi, Beck, I thought I'd better. Think that's everything," Sally said. I opened my eyes. Everythingseemed obstructed by my belly and breasts, even my movement. "Areyou...okay?" she asked."I...don't know." Does it hurt?" I shook my head. She squatted down in her underwear."What are you doing?" I asked. My voice sounded so alien it was as if Iwas speaking through a microphone or something."Looking to see if it's still there," she said curiously. I saw herlooking under my belly. "Oh my gosh, it's gone! Your dick's gone!" Stop. I went off to sleep around 2:30 or so, and got up somewhere between 3:30-4:00 as I had to take a piss. Everyone was stone-drunk and dead asleep. I finished my bathroom round, and felt like having a smoke. The way to the balcony was blocked by 3 of my friends having made their bed on the floor near the slider. So I took my smokes and headed to the terrace. It was a nice moonlit night and quite cold too. I could feel my nipples trying to pierce out of my flimsy t-shirt. Thankfully, I was drunk. I began to ejaculate small droplets of clear semen with the third or fourth contraction. Her hand got wet and slimy but she didnt stop squeezing and milking me. I tried to make it last as long as I could, but it was still over far too quickly — about seven or eight strong spasms and a few smaller ones. After that, I continued squeezing on my own and managed to get another clear droplet to ooze out before I started to go soft in her firmly squeezing grip. She fondled me gently as my penis.