His lashes fluttered. His cock was beyond rock hard and tenting his pants. Erica kissed his lower abdomen and his cock poked her cleavage. She moaned ...nd then rubbed her cheeks against his slightly hairy stomach.There was a line of hair from his belly button that led to his groin. She loved that about him. That little line of hair. She also loved that he never shaved down there. She liked that his pubic hair trapped his musk, his natural male scent. She pulled the pants down more so that they. ..Rachel?" there was no response. He looked at Richard again,"Rachel?" Oh sorry," said Richard. He tried to clear his throat because his voicedidn't sound right, "Thank you," he said, still puzzled."Look in the card. She'll be waiting for you when we get back home,sweetie," said his mother.Richard opened the card. It was a photo of a kitten. His parents WEREgetting him a cat!Then, he realised that his hands looked different. His fingers lookedsmaller, and his nails were polished.He noticed some. A good amount of pre cum was already leaking out of the tip. Their eyes grew wide and they sat quietly staring at my manhood. “Have you girls ever seen one of these before?” I asked with a grin on my face. Nadine was the one to break out of her stupor. “Yes, but only once when our daddy was getting out of the shower. His was soft though,” she said quietly without taking her eyes off of my cock. “Did you ask him what it is?” “No, he didn’t know I was watching him. What is it? Girls don’t. A rubber ball was strapped between her lips. She could feel and she could hear and the absence of sight heightened both those senses. Earlier that evening the two women had been in the sitting room of the flat overlooking the garden, the late evening sun gilding the leaves on the trees. They had had a glass of wine each as they unwound from their separate, busy days. Friday evenings were their close time, their period of togetherness, reserved exclusively for each other. She had looked at her.