You don't have periods or anything, do you?" "No, medical scienceisn't up to transplants like that just yet, only surgicalreconstructions." "Ah... the... you just have the playpen and not thebaby bed, right?" she asks, laughing. "Exactly!" I respond. Alli askedme a lot of questions over the next hour or so before she finally gotthe nerve to ask me the big one; if she could see it. Because this iswhy I wanted privacy when I told her, realizing this question wouldquite likely be asked, I said sure. How about you? Where were you born?" Asked Marci trying to change the subject."Miami." That's a long way from Quebec." My mother was from France though." Oh, so that explains the name Luc." Yeah, always figured I'd end up with a French girl and keep the bloodline going." Luc laughed.Marci laughed too, at the irony. There was no chance of keeping any bloodline going with her. Marci then finished her drink. She suddenly felt light headed again. The drink had been too strong. Luc sensed she was a. "Jenny, come on. Don't talk like that." Oh Stephen. You probably hate me. I'm such a jerk." I don't hate you. But, you are just making it worse for yourself doingthat." I know. He just makes me feel so dumb - and it makes me really mad."I'm glad you are here, though," she whispered as she slipped in closer tohim. "You work so hard to keep everybody happy. You are so sweet!"The two looked at each other. Stephen could tell she had changed. Her hairwas already a little lighter and her face seemed. I felt her eyes on my cock and it got harder. She stayed in the room for a long time being as quiet as possible trying not to wake me up. My cock was moving begging her to grab it. That is when she did what gave me an orgasm to remember.I could feel her getting closer to the bed and as I was on the side she could reach without getting on the bed. I could feel her breathe over my erected cock. Then she whispers “my little boy is growing up to a man.” And she kissed my cock on my head and was.