But it's a little more complicated that that."Let's see," Judy said pensively. "Remember I told you that my father had a 'needle dick.' Well, actually... he's sterile. Well, not quite sterile. He has a very low sperm count. My mother just wasn't getting pregnant so being the swingers my parents and Sam's parents are, Sam's father took care of the job getting my mom pregnant with me."Now it was time for Steve to say, "Wow. You and Sam are half-sisters and second cousins."His nymphet looked at him. As he watched his pee slit grew flush around itself before itclosed. The little threads of flesh sewed together before he felt hiscock sliding backwards.In a few seconds, it was the size of his pinky. The color of his cockchanged slowly from the regular pale complexion he now had to a reddishtinge. It morphed into a pale pink color, a wetness coating the newerskin before it slid under a little fold. The wrinkled skin of his scrotumhad now filled with fat until with a strange gasp it burst open.. There was as computer controlled crane arm on side rails that went around the track that picked up the foam cars, which were knocked loose, to get them out of the way. Each would be put back in the loading chute to where they would get sent back out on the track.How do I get them to let me watch the machines work to reset everything around the track?For the next three hours I worked up to actually getting to the right spot, keeping my speed up and then finally pushing on their back corner of. It was early yet, so I knew mom would no doubt be relaxing over an early morning coffee outside. Sure enough, I could see her through the kitchen window out on the patio, pouring myself a cup, and then casually strolling outside to join her. I actually startled her, and then saw why as she hurriedly adjusted herself. I pretended not to have noticed anything, keeping a straight face, and making no mention of what I was now suspicious of. But it was again the perfect opportunity to plant another.