And I can repeat within minutes of an ejaculation, with an equally lustful and mutually desirous partner.I’ve managed to unwrap the condom and have ...nrolled it down the entire length of myself…as your hands have never left my head and shoulders…Do you find yourself wanting to kiss me, to taste yourself upon my lips and tongue, now?The music which I started on the player, before we entered the shower stall, is still meandering through my bedroom but neither of us can really tell what songs are. She had C-cups though when I last saw her. Does mom still have C-cups Jeanette?” John asked. “Yes she does dad. Thanks for asking,” Jeanette replied. “Hey Christina wanted to know,” John said. Then we finished our dinner and it was getting a little late. So my mom was ready to go home. “Well, I'm gonna get out of here. Just a day and a half now and you'll be Mrs. Taylor,” Christina said. “Yep, are you OK with me taking his name?” I asked. “Yes of course, whatever makes you happy,” Christina. Shedidn't even think about that last, special episode. She didn't thinkabout the effect that he may've had on Jim.. . . . .Her thoughts weren't consciously about romance or even sex. That part wastrue, the 'conscious' part. She felt busy getting her place ready. Butshe was nervous, anxious really. She smoked a lot. If she hadn't been sodistracted by his imminent arrival, she would have masturbated. The ancient Mong transformation had evolved over centuries and no oneknows where, or how,. The thing is . . . ““Don’t tell me that you aren’t interested because your sweet little honeypot is dripping wet.” It’s true. I was aroused, enflamed even. If I were home, the emergency boyfriend would get a hard ride. Several, in fact.“No, it’s just that I’ve never done it before.”She pulled out her hands and turned me around. “With a woman, you mean.”“Yes.” I thought I was confessing. I fuck guys, not girls. Sorry for any misunderstanding.“Sweetie, that’s okay. I was confused for years, too..