Jim finds himself smiling in observing Michelles tiny p***s swing about as she moves. His is huge and stiff as a length of steel. The juxtaposed organs have commonality. Both appear as they do because their de facto owner mandates such.
In working daily at the Dorland farm, laboring under the unending commands of mother and daughters, never knowing when release will come... and under what terms and circumstances... he often wonders if the election is a better fate... to sacrifice just once, for one final time that which Miss Laura so enjoys quashing... male hubris.
He knows that Michelle no longer suffers from the unending and insatiable desire to erupt. There are times when Jim feels as if his p***s will explode in one huge exhilarating release of months of pent up frustration. Miss La
