"What's that, Daddy? Nothing to say?" she smirked, "Can't you cope with hearing your little girl talk about how she loves to fuck? I mean, you've seen...the video, haven't you seen how much I enjoyed it? Didn't you like to watch your daughter get fucked?"I know I did, I was even getting a little stiff downstairs just hearing my semi-naked sister brag about how much she enjoyed getting all those big black dicks, not to mention how she appeared to enjoy the idea of her family having watched. ‘I can’t get it started,’ he replied. ‘It’s too stiff.’ Smiling to herself, Theresa put the crutches aside and moved to the knee. With both hands surrounding the brace, she gently forced the leg down until his good leg was able to continue the cycle. Theresa kept her hands on the knee for a few more rotations until Zerrick got into an awkward rhythm. The knee was very sore from his non-activity since the surgery and he grimaced each time he had to bend it. Theresa watched him as he continued. I am really sick, please give me that rod to keep between my legs.” She said with an innocent face.The doctor got really scared. He then panicked and ran out of the room. He made a rash excuse of his mother being hit by a car and ran away. The doctor never returned and got relocated. The incident wasn’t much fruitful but Dipti learned one thing. “So the rod is like a balloon that boys can inflate between their legs. But are they blowing air in it? How? Or filling the balloon with pee?”Dipti had. His strong satincorset was a shocking hot pink color, matching his lips and nails. It wastrimmed with white piping. His large areoles were completely visible overthe abbreviated cups. His twin udders were topped by his huge nipples andtheir large rings.Continuing downward, he couldn't quite wrap his new tiny hands around hisnew waist. When his long thumbnails were touching, he only had about aninch gap between his new fingernails. His waist was so unbelievably tiny,he could scarcely believe.