I haven't spoken one word to either of my parents, not since way back when I first turned eighteen. Sherry and I were both given an ultimatum then. I ...hose my way, and she chose hers. This complete separation from my parents was their choice, not mine. I was never mad at them before they kicked me out of their house. I live like I do, because that's the best I can manage on what I can earn for myself. I'd live just like you do if I could afford to. I'm waiting though, and my time for living. She had no idea what was next. The last thing she would have guessed was about to happen.I extended my tongue out and lapped her pussy. I tasted my jism, mixed with some of her pussy juice and some sweat. But mostly, she tasted like my semen.”No, stop. It’s too messy! You just came in me. Are you crazy?”She was freaking out and tried to stop me. She reached down and move away to try and deny me access to her dripping snatch. Instead, I moved with her and did it again. Then I quickly sucked on. He looked back up at his reflection and he felt his new sex grow wet, he was beautiful and sexy. (What?) ((Be quiet, I'm going somewhere)) His fingers came into contact with his clitoris and he felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through his body. (Didn't that happen with my nipple too?) ((Yes, this is bigger though)) (It is?) ((Yep)) (It doesn't say it is) ((Be quiet, I'll get to that)) The jolt was similar to the one he had felt when he tweaked his nipple but on a much larger scale. ((Happy?)). Mary brushed his cheek and gave him another kiss. ‘Can I call you tomorrow?’ she asked. ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘I’ll be home by seven or so. Maybe we can meet up for dinner again.’ She found her keys and unlocked the front door. Keith felt the moment slipping away. ‘You’re not going to invite me in?’ he asked. That was probably rude. But he hoped Mary could tell there was real hurt in his voice. She winced. ‘Oh, my god, no,’ she apologized, ‘I’m staying in my room from when I was, like, fifteen. I.