“You got some cream on your pussy, mom.” He said, with a surprise look on his face.His face was right in front of my pussy, so I put my hands on t...e back of his head and pushed his face right on my pussy.“Be a good boy and help mommy clean that up.” I said.He finally sticks out his warm tongue and started licking off the cream on my pussy lips. I lifted up my left leg and rested on the side of son’s chair so he can better eat my pussy. While he was putting effort into licking off the cream and. I loved the way she let her hair loose and I loved her curly hair. We got to talking on Facebook and sometimes we would talk for the whole day. One day she invited me to her home for lunch and I readily agreed to go as I could stare at her all I want at her home. She lived with her uncle and aunt and as she invited me on a working day no one would be home. I was eagerly waiting for the day. I woke up really early that day, put on her favourite shirt and went to her house and knocked her door.. Not yet today.”“Well, you have talked about ‘afterward’ as something you want. Maybe you won’t like me when I am demanding or when I manipulate you or when I switch moods in an instant.”“Nobody likes those things, but how bad can it be? Next to our wonderful sex, I mean. Even the thing yesterday morning, I didn’t like that, but it was exciting and it wasn’t dry ice, so any time you want to do it again...”That was my cue to show her. I had been getting my cock up, and lubing it while we talked.. Fingers, toes: perfectly human – yet no breasts, absolutely no outward signs of function or gender – no anus, no vagina or penis. Completely asexual, yet even so Jennie was decidedly female – and ‘she’ self-identified as such. And the ‘we are sorry’ was still discomforting, too. They had no word for ‘I’, never identified as just one self – always to a collective. Linked, from creation onwards to their local community. No birth referred to, no parents – simply to a creation… ‘This man’s group.