"No, I'm too afraid of the answer. Actually I don't think there's afuture for us long-term anyway because he doesn't seem to want children,from what I...can tell. But I really like him, and I don't want to go backto being alone."Eveline looked at her friend thinking. "Look Liz, whatever it is,worrying isn't going to help. You can either go home and talk to him orwe can go out this weekend and have a good time and you can wait and seewhat happens. I'll come with you for moral support if you want. Knob ... that I do with my ... knockers ... when he does those stretches." Meagan had spent some time reading the Urban Dictionary website to try to expand her knowledge of slang terms after Peter said she would be teased in high school. She decided that she liked knob and knockers as terms for body parts, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was that both words started out with similar spellings. She was still trying to work her way up to using either of those words in a conversation with her. "So it continued, every day Liz constantly reinforcing my femininity,always referring to me as Penny and being negative and hostiletowards me whenever I exhibited any masculine characteristics. Shehad insisted that all my female clothing remain in my wardrobe sothat I could see them every morning when I chose my clothes for theday. At first my sheer stubbornness helped me overcome anytemptation, I was determined to prove my point and regain somecontrol over my life. As the days went by I found. ”I suddenly felt as if I’d been struck by lightning. Bursts of carnal pleasure exploded through my entire body like bolts of electricity, causing me to stiffen and shudder as I had the strongest orgasm of my life. My dick bucked and throbbed beneath her gentle touch as it spit hot, slimy wads of cum in heavy streams. I shot so much it created a huge wet stain at the front of my pants that made me look as if I pissed myself.Monica laughed when she saw me cum. She thought it was wild and kinky.