" It's fine. I just don't like that word much."The atmosphere in the room had changed considerably, and she closed thewindow, taking the opportunity t... get a move on. "I need to getdressed."He got off the bed and made his way to the door. "It's cool. I'll catchyou later. Have a good night, Adrienne."She watched him leave and rolled her eyes. She doubted she'dirreparably damaged their friendship, and the irony wasn't lost on herbeing corrected for once, but she decided to make it up to him. With hisslender near hairless body and his refined features he would be perfect.He had everything to become sugar and spice and a whole lot of nice. Herbeautiful glamorous princess, overtly feminine and elegant, a pristinedoll whose beauty was soon to rival her own.No longer would he be allowed to be a rough and disobedient adolescentboy. He must become mother's doll, a picture perfect, sweet, and andadorable young lady....Several months went by since and under the inspiring guidance of. Billy told me, ‘he was probably going to be redshirted.” I replied to Donna, ‘Billy being redshirted will just give him an extra year of college. Tom was redshirted and we’d planned on him using the extra year for his first year in law school and he’d complete his law degree my first year…’ I stopped short of finishing my sentence, realizing Tom and I were no longer together and all our dreams and plans had vanished. Angie looked me in the eye, ‘Just give things time, everything will work out,’. She had never seen a penis this hard before. It was as hard as a plastic dildo."That's it girl, feel every inch of it, touch the head." Monique did as he said, sliding her hand back up to the big, round cock-head as large and as hard as a golf ball. "Check out my nads too."Monique lifted the shaft up by the tip and stared at his balls. They were sized to match his huge cock, big and hairy, promising gallons of sperm. How many women had felt these monsters empty into them? How many bastard.