. is that my cock? Did you cut off my cock?” Teresa was the one who giggled, “Yes my love it was yours and now we’ll put it on your dresser so y...u can look at it and remember why it is not attached to you anymore” My mouth falling open, looking at my cock, knowing I was feeling funny or different between my legs, looking at all of them, “What …nooo .. what do I have between my legs?” Mom leaned forward, running a hand between my legs, running a single finger along my new lips, then rubbing my. I actually had to snatch my hands away from her wonderful pussy to catch her by the hips to keep her from falling. I eased her to the floor with me, while she slapped a hand between her thighs to stimulate herself and keep her orgasm going. She continued to shudder and rub herself through the rest of her orgasm, not stopping till it subsided, and even then, she kept slowly subbing and caressing her clit. She looked up at me with heavy lidded eyes, and smiled. “I’ve never cum so fast before. When we got to the centre we told the nurse at the desk we were there and then sat down to wait. There was the usual compliment of new MORFS kids sat waiting. Some were examining themselves every now and again, obviously still a little freaked out by whatever changes they had gone through.Next to me sat a pretty young girl with bright blue hair and a long pointed blue tail that was moving about like it had a mind of its own. The girl kept touching her chest occasionally pulling out the neckline. Who was this person who was mentioning facts that had been telephoned to police headquarters only at two o'clock that morning? He gasped:"But who are you, Monsieur?" What? Don't you know me? What's the good of making appointments with people? You strain every nerve to be punctual, and then they ask you who you are! Come, Weber, confess that you're doing it to annoy me. Must you gaze on my features in broad daylight? Here goes!"He raised his mask."Arsène Lupin!" spluttered the detective."At your.