. your man-thing. Mr. Spencer, what do you men prefer to call your man-things? I've heard all the slang words, but since I've never talked to a man or...boy about it, I'm pretty much uninformed about things like that. I've never even had the sex talk with my mother."A puzzling look covered my face, but I answered the question, "Girl, I prefer the word cock as name for the dangly appendage between my legs. A cock gets elongated and hard when it's near a sexy lady. My cock is steely-hard right now. The tongues worked their magic on her neck, the hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts and then she knew that this is what she craved for. She reached out with both hands to grasp a firm hard shaft in each hand, so big she thought as she felt for the wetness on both heads. She pulled gently on one erection and lifted her head to it, still firmly grasping the other. Her lips parted to take that shaft in her mouth, she could taste the saltiness of his manhood as her mouth enveloped his shaft, she. I felt the prick of a needle in my thigh as the sensation slowly permeated my thoughts. What was going on? I tried to rouse myself. "Now, now, Gabrielle," said Duncan, "don't worry. The M-X will sort out any further problems you have over your gender dysfunction, so that you can return to your Sarah without fear of recrimination over your sexuality problems. I've given you a strong dose, so all questions over your own sex shouldn't worry you. Worries and guilts about your own sex can arise when. ."do people really admit they're from South Dakota?" I teased."I do not know, do they?" he chuckled. "Kind of a smart-mouth, aren't you?" he shot back at me with a wink. This was going to be fun, I thought to myself. I like bantering back and forth with men and using my brain for comebacks, and I loved it when the guy could keep up with me and give as good as he got. That seemed rare in most men."Moi?" I asked him, putting my hand to my chest in question. I had decided on wearing a daring low.