It’s still full of your semen. Even hours after your initial deposit it feels soooo good. I suppose its part of the process, you know?”“What pro...ess? I asked. I was still a teenager after all.“Procreation,” my mother said, simply.“I impregnated you?” I said, clearly stunned by the news.“NO---NO---NO! She said and started laughing. “Oh, if I could only tell someone about what’s going on with us right now!”It took her several seconds to compose herself, and then she explained both statements to. With his left hand he pushed my tank top up to my chin, which allowed my boobs to spring free and start swaying underneath me as I bent over the table jerking him off. He started playing with my tits with his left hand, occasionally pulling on my stiffening nipples, and slapping them gently to watch them swing back and forth.When his breath caught a few times, and he began rocking his hips into my pumping fist, I knew he was about to explode. So I began taking longer and faster strokes with one. I’ve never been on a date, so I’ll have to ask Martha if it’s okay.”“I’ve never been on a date either, but I’d love to go out with you ... I mean, that is if you think you’d want to go out with me.”“I’d love to. I can’t believe you don’t have a steady girl. You’re so tall, and good looking, plus you have a beautiful car ... girls usually go for guys like you.”“Well, I work for Dad and Gramps a lot, and I’ve always been too shy to ask a girl out.”“You sure don’t look, or even act shy now - but. " While she had been lulling me with her dulcet tones Christy had faded back, and now stood beside the open wardrobe across their bedroom from me. "Are you ready to meet the new you?" Debbie cooed stroking my cheek.I sat there dumbly; I wasn't sure how this had spun so wildly out of control, or how to get it back into the realm of reasonable events. We were supposed to get together, a discussion, maybe a little romp and then get back to where we were, not me transformed into some sort of.