Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tell me all.’ Or else.“...asturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had never burbled to the surface, topic-wise... “Oh?”“She found out, discovered, porn. Taught Froggy and me how to surf ... and ... you know.”“And masturbate.”I nodded, somewhat reluctantly. No reason to birddog the same prairie time and again.Ms. Sloane looked at me speculatively,. Now,even tho I was only 13 I kinda realised that if he’d never been married how could he have a grand-son!Yeah,ok,I wasn’t THAT aware that you don’t hafta be married to have k**s!Being kinda bored,no-one to kick back with I readily agreed.might just earn a couple of bob,(pre-decimal slang for shillings for those who don’t know)!Off we went to his shed and he said,’You’d better take your t-shirt off boy,it’s really dusty in here and you don’t want your mum to bawl at you’So,there I was in just. I was moaning heavily. It was first time something cold went inside. He was fingering and licking chocolate mixed my cum. He applied syrup on my nipples and asked me to lick it. I was licking it with lifting my head and he was fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. I started pressing my boobs and biting my lips in ecstasy. I was nearing orgasm and moaning loudly. He increased speed and soon I came. He started licking and cleaning my pussy and came to kissing me.Then he take out condom from. The buzz cameand went through his throat, changing something Issac couldn't visualize,but he knew what the result was"W-what the h-h-hell?! I l-look like Peb-" he shuddered before he cuthimself off with a feminine shriek. His voice was no longer the drone ofa young man, but the husky tones of an adult African-American woman. Hedidn't have time to say anymore before the shifting moved through therest of his body, sending him into convulsions. He feared what came next.Starting from his fingers.