I'm not most boys." I retorted as I involuntarily gripped the case holding my life's work.This statement was more accurate than she could have guessed... I was the only male on the planet whose mother had been purposely chosen him to be so. My mother, Trista Hart, the most celebrated geneticist alive, thought she had found the cure the shota syndrome. She modified my genome and dubbed me the first-ever "clean" baby. Much to her disappointment, I was stuck with an impotent dick and a body. Priyanka was getting naughty, “It is so romantic. Lying on haystack, under moonlight, getting cozy smoking. Are you sure you do not want anything from me.” She was acting coyly. I ignored her and continued smoking, I had to because she was 18 yrs old and I was 36 yrs old. “I am adult, you know that Mannu Bhaiya.” She persisted. Her head was on my thighs very close to my crotch. Her subtle movements were having desired effect on my cock. Suddenly she shifted in such a way that her nose was. Guys basicallyhad no imagination and had pretty much the same hair style and just thecolour changed."It would have been a shame if we missed a chance to chat and get to knowone another a bit more. Want to see some of the artwork I have been doingGreg?" Sure, that would be great. You like to draw then? People, cars, or...." Here, take a look for yourself."At that she laid out a small notebook with non-lined pages. Each of thefirst 27 pages had beautiful artwork on it. Horses, homes, people,. The bottoms of her ass cheeks almost showing. Her white Sox and tennis shoes contrasted with her dark tanned legs drew lots of attention. On the bucket ride across the park I asked her if the seam of those shorts was uncomfortable? She looked down at how the seam was literally splitting her pussy lips. She wiggled her hips and said no it actually feels good. After we married I found myself buying her tons of sexy things to wear. Extremely short skirts and very small bikini bathing suits. At the.