He pretended like it was unintentional and I just turned back and smiled at him and keep walking inside.After entering, I pretended that I saw a lizar..., which was also a plan. So, suddenly, I screamed a little and turned back towards him and hugged him. I told him that I was scared. He held my back and began massaging my back telling me to calm down. I could see his dick erect and I think the little man is ready for action.When I was about to leave him, he just held me tightly and suddenly. After qualifying me she did explain the methodology that was to be used. First, she would provide prostate exam and continue the massage until I achieved an erection that was adequate to initiate intercourse. How long that took would be on me to decide from past experience. After a relaxation period, the examiner would than stimulate the penis in the more traditional way, timing both methods. To confirm that I could still function, that time the examiner would continue to ejaculation and. Jayden!!! Oh God, you look like death!"I opened my blurry eyes, unsure of why I was gazing in to the depths of some bountiful cleavage. Was... was I on the floor? Had I feinted? What was that noise? As I became more and more aware of my surrounding I realised I was, in fact, on the ground, I must have feinted, my head felt like it was on fire... and those glorious orbs of bountiful breast belonged to my mother."Urgh... " groggily I went to sit up. How hard had I collapsed?! My head was. So the first penis I was exposed to was my dad’s. Usually I’d see it when it was flaccid. But one day I walked into my parents’ bedroom when I was about five, and when my dad got up to go to the bathroom, I saw this thing protruding straight out from between his legs. He had a raging boner, a morning 'Woodie', something this little girl would learn later in life, was an early morning gift for good sex, as I always seemed to find myself in a state of arousal, thank you to my brain making up.