"Simon... ?" she said, then winced at the dual response. "No- I mean-" I call him 'Junior, '" said the older synthetic, a wry grin on his lips. "Or 'S...ven.'" Seven?" I was - I am - the sixth," he said, breaking eye contact. "I think."Renee bit her lip, then settled on her knees next to him. She leaned close, ignoring the unwashed smell of his body. "You're Simon," she said softly. "Not the sixth, or any other number. You're a good person, even after everything they've done to you. You're. The guy is about my age, good looking, clean shaven, glasses, greying hair, about 6' tall, weighs 200 pounds, wearing jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. I lean against my car and for the next 15 minutes or so our conversation covers the city administration, football, baseball, weather, etc. Just a couple of senior citizens having a chin wag.Then he asks, "did you hear about the three guys who got pulled over by a woman cop while they’re driving down the road smoking a joint. They asked the cop if. I began to stroke her from her tits down to the beginning of her waist band then I gripped both sides and drew her shorts and I kissed down through her bush and moved to her left leg I kissed down to her foot and massaged it before moving to the right foot and working my way back up. Susan had begun to shiver as I began kissing her inner thigh nearer and nearer to her center of pleasure. When I reached it licked the creases of the junction of leg and vagina to either side. Her smell was. Just then she sees it change. What little foreskinthere was covering the tip disappears and she also notes that his urethrahas also disappeared from the tip. In essence it was now a clit.Wondering if somehow what she said caused this change she decided sheneeds to experiment. Very quietly, to make absolutely sure that Robertwon't hear what she says, Jenny said "Robert has a pussy," She watches infascination as his balls seem to shrink and pull up tight against hisbody before that whole thing.