Early next morning, before everybody woke up, Mr. Mkome brought me to his studio. In the back he stores his sculptures in a big heap. They all look th...e same. Some tall black god with fierce features, carved in ebony. But seen from the back they all look like a big black phallus. The large fangled head is perfectly sculpted, the shaft wide and veiny. My jaw dropped. Mr. Mkome asked if I wanted to see the model for his sculptures. I nodded yes. He then brought out of his robe the biggest,. Gingerly, he left the doorstep and looked into the front window, hoping to see them both alive.Both of them were, in fact, very much alive, and what was more, they now seemed to be getting along. Kneeling in front of the man, she unzipped his faded jeans and extracted his cock, smiling as she handled it. Holy fuck. Did his eyes deceive him? Was this actually happening?Outside, the rain continued to batter the window, as well as him, but he found that any urge to move away was easily silenced.. ! He quickly scoured the box contents recalling feelingsomething hairy and sure enough there was a grey wig in an old ladypermed style. Standing in front of the mirror again he donned the wig,fussing with it until he felt happy and then stood back to review theeffect.John was amazed and pleased at the sight, just a few more additions andhis impulses would be satisfied. First footwear, the box provided someheavyweight knee length silk stockings and patent leather black 3" blockheeled shoes.. “Damn it, Elsie, could you please make a little more noise next time you come by?”Elsie blushed. This was now the second of Brie’s parents she saw undressed today, although unlike Hazel, Warrick didn’t seem quite so calm about it. She tore her eyes away from the sight and retreated toward the stairs. “Sorry, sir, I never know when I’m supposed to be making more noise and when I’m supposed to not be making so much.”Warrick sighed and admitted that she had a point. “Just want some consistency,”.