I’m not sure how far I’d let it go (hopefully not too far), but I’d love to find a way . . . And if I could . . . I WOULD . . . someday I WILL ..... . and THEN . . . ?I can imagine entering my home and seeing him there on a chair, in exactly the position he described to me. I would handle things a little differently than he did however. I know he would be expecting just a bit of ?play?, so he wouldn’t be really worried. I’d first get another chair, stand it next to his, and quickly slip a ball. Once she felt it throbbing in her hand she quickly sat up, threw her leg over me, and straddled my hips.Becky reached between her legs and took hold of my cock. Aiming the head of my tool at the entrance to her wet love-tunnel, she rubbed it in the slit, lubing it up for what was to come. Then she held it steady as she eased herself down onto my pole, skewering herself on it as she slid down its length.With a gasp that turned into a moan, she eased it deeper and deeper into her. Then something. ‘Hey, are you OK?’ ‘Ohmigod Christi, have you been crying?’ Hannah burst out. She was never good at being discreet. ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘Nothing,’ Christi blurted and stormed toward the bedroom door, half tripping over Anders before he could move. While he tried to get up, though, Hannah flew off the futon and chased her into the bedroom. ‘What’s going on, Christi, what happened?’ ‘Nothing, nothing! It’s just… I gotta go…’ Christi hauled her suitcase from under the bed and threw it open. ‘Go?. It felt like abaseball bat was shoved up my ass. The dozen or so cylinders that hadbeen growing things were now empty."There is a limit how far I can push things genetically," the doctorsaid appearing in my field of view. He paced in front of my cylinder."Simulations show how wide I can grow your hips or how large of breastsI can make you grow. It isn't sufficient though. So I gave genetics aboost surgically. If I perform the surgery before I age you, the scarsdisappear, so I prefer to do as.