One afternoon I went into his bedroom to ask him if he could take me shopping the following day when I found him on his computer, he quickly flipped t...e screen hoping I had not seen him looking at porn but he was just too slow and I see naked women, “Mum” he cried out” “What, I needed to talk to you” I replied noticing a rather large bulge in his short, my mind raced of what it might look like hard, “You could have knocked” he replied going a little red, “Sorry sweet heart, I didn’t know you. “You don't even like boys, do you?”“No,” I admitted.“All those time we talked about kissing cute boys, you were thinking about kissing my mom? Or Ms. Evans and Mrs. North?”I nodded my head. “I like women. Especially older women. They're...” I trailed off, remembering that one of those women was her mother. I stared at my friend. “I'm sorry I lied to you. I didn't know how to tell you, and the longer it went, the worst I knew it would be, so I kept hiding it. I kept pretending to be something. Every time he enters me is like the first, the thickness and contours of his nine-inch cock slowly filling and parting the tight confines of my vagina. He relishes the slowness too as the constricting grip and heat of my love canal holds him perpetually on the edge of orgasm. Looking down at him, I felt a pang of regret and wanting; once again only the first two thirds of his now flaccid member were coated with my juices. At four foot eleven and three quarters, my petite size makes it. “We learned early on that physically moving an object from one universe to another would be next to impossible. But then one of our scientists thought to ask: ‘what if you didn’t have to send someone themselves, but their thoughts?’ It was highly unorthodox, but we started looking into it.”“By sending thoughts you mean… what, transplanting them to another world? Like their brain?”Zimmerman nods. A smile briefly gracing her lips before disappearing as quickly as it arrived.“Right. We figured.