“Ok, ok.” She sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed, crossed her legs with her hand in between, began to rock back and forth. She was masturbat...ng by rubbing her thighs against her clit and localizing the sensation with her hand. Within a couple of minutes, he saw her face flush, her breathing become raspy. She was enjoying performing for Tim, and as she moved faster, she saw her audience begin to react—his cock started to swell, lengthening along his leg, until it was at its full. The cop jerked Mark and Sam to theirfeet and hustled them onto the porch. Mrs. Mason was standing in theopen doorway, six giggling girls crowded behind her."Here's your prowlers, Ma'am," the cop stated. "Caught 'em right outsidethe window."Mark's face heated and Sam wanted to sink into the ground. They were introuble."Why, you're the Walters boy, aren't you?" Mrs. Mason asked. "And aren'tyou a Grenwald? I know both your parents from the PTA."Both boys sensed the chance to apologize and forget. That said, there are sometimes complications. For me, I am the last of my kind, and yet as I said I have the desire to bear children. "Digimon have different genetics than humans, or any animal on this planet for that matter. The digital dimension has different physics, and we have a different biology from humans. However, it is common knowledge amongst us that certain digimon can procreate with humans, and the resulting child has a fifty-fifty chance of being 100% human or 100% digimon. I have. “Go,” Mel said. She could imagine Cathy not waiting to get Stephen out of sight before taking the edge off of her need. She didn’t want to watch that happen.Cathy grabbed his arm and dragged him off. She shouted, “Thanks, Mel. I owe you one.”“I don’t want to collect one from you,” Mel muttered. A minute later she could hear the shower running. She sighed and said, “I would rather collect it from Stephen.”There was a knock on the front door. Knowing that no one else was available, Mel went over.