Sorrenson knew he was the greatest lover on the planet.  Or at least the greatest lover on the street.  He had a penis that could do things.  It probably didn't feel as good to go to the place as it did to go to a woman's, but it could do anything.  It could dance, and he could pin it behind his leg and feel it there.  Then his genitals disappeared and he was left with the wrinkle that looked like a girl's.  It was that that made him want to spend all of his time staring at pussy or with his head on a woman's ass.  It was like they breathed through their ass.  That's why their asses were so big.  They had to fill them up with farts the same way they filled up their lungs with air.  But women had the greatest everythings.  Their breasts were filled with liquid gold, but it wouldn't come out.  He had tried.  Bellies were holdable.  He was glad he had kept his penis.