"I looked at him sternly and said, "Don't make me get up and come over there!"He looked at me, trying to decide. He's extremely aroused and he really ...ants to touch himself. I can't blame him. I feel the same way.Finally he gave in to temptation and opened his pants. I stared in awe as he pulled his hard cock out. I was surprised. For some reason I thought guys his age can't get it up anymore. I was also surprised by how large and how youthful it looks. It's half again as long as my brothers'. It just seemed to him that it was a bad idea for piss to seep down through the ground and into the well or underground spring. Even he didn’t contemplate that the spring flowed along under streets where plenty of people were still tipping their waste products of all types on the ground. It was no wonder that the main cause of death, even in their uncertain times, was brown-flux rather than warfare.It was common practice, even before the snow, to simply piss behind a bush in the garden, or in a. She looked up at him intently, blue eyes showing the fire inside… an unmistakable message of passion burning. She untied his shoelaces, and he let her take off his shoes as he stood there, one at a time… and just as deftly unbuckled and slipped off the jeans… leaving only cotton jersey boxers… and a very obvious erection. She smiled, knowing… and wrapped her lips around his cock, teething it through the soft material. He moaned softly… and held her to him, one hand wrapped in her silky hair and. You are no longer Jim McLain. You have changed since your arrival on Zantor. Have you not? Just look at yourself. You are ready to burst out of that silly uniform of yours. You are now Jimora. It is the Zantoran female equivalent of your Earth name. Your pretty new name fits your lovely appearance now Jimora."McLain's eyes involuntarily turned downward and he glanced at himself. Antara was right. He certainly had changed. And those changes were causing his uniform to stretch to its limits. He.