"Well they might effect how my cock, I mean sissy clit, works, and howabout the size of the breasts. I don't think I would want more than a B-cup and ...ow would hormones know that. At least with implants you knowwhat size they would be. And they say that breast size can run in thefamily and I would probably end up as large as my late mother was, and shewas at least DD." Why are you still thinking of that silly thing between your legs as acock? Haven't you learned anything these past couple of. It seemed she was enjoying it as her eyes began to close. Then she said move your fingers a little up. I moved my fingers up and I realized it was her cunt hole. She said,”What you are doing? Come on keeping scratching”. I moved my fingers in and out and scratched her cunt. I felt something wet on my fingers. Then she said,”OK. Now I have to go”. I took my hands out & pulled up her panty. I saw my fingers were wet with her sweat & juice. Then she went out of the room. I brought my fingers to my. .. I would have given my left nut to have Adrienne or Paige come banging down my door, wanting to vent about their day. I felt THAT lonely. Well, maybe not the left nut. I liked my left nut. It had been doing a very good job for me. Maybe my left pinkie toe. I could live without that.Of course, I might be feeling better if I'd gotten laid in the last 72-hours. I am a sexual creature after all. Adrienne and I hadn't boinked since she came to me on Monday, needing what turned out to be a sympathy. " Paul(a) smiled. Sure, Brandon was four years older than him. But that cute face of his was something that would make women in Hollywood go crazy. He couldn't help but blush as he helped Brandon to the car."Here you go." Brandon smiled."I can't take a tip." Paul(a) protested. "Then take my phone number and keep in touch." He said as he gave Paul(a) a kiss on the side of the face that made him feel like he had butterflies in his stomach. Brandon had already left when Paula(a) realized he had.