He took his hand off his cock and put his left arm on the couch behind me. He was giving me my first ever opportunity to touch a cock other than my ow.... I wanted to take it but I hesitated. Why did I want to hold it in my hand? My desire to feel it in my hand was taking over my mind. In less than a half hour I had gone from having no desire to touch another cock to being controlled by it. I finally moved my hand higher and wrapped my fingers around his warm cock. It felt incredible. The skin. " I'm not saying it right," Tami said. "When we have kids, how much Cinnamon will they have?"It took a second, but I untangled her sentence, then applied real logic to girlspeak and tried to anticipate the path of female logic that got us here."Well, half of me comes from my mom, so a quarter comes from Grandma Vickie. Vickie was Cinnamon's grandmother's sister, so an eighth comes from Gran's mom. Which means our kids will have a sixteenth of Cinnamon's DNA." I don't think I'd pass genetics. I didn't speak, and they didn't either. As soon as my plate had been emptied of food, I stood up, excusing myself, leaving to go back to my office again.It was after ten o'clock before Joyce came back to get me."I took Cindy over to Mama's house. She was too uncomfortable to want to spend the night here. She's talking about flying back to Alabama in the morning. What you said to Emily tonight was terrible. She cried herself to sleep because of it. I was ashamed of you tonight." Really? I'm. Watson, do you like my older body? What are you, twenty-nine, or thirty?" "I'm twenty-seven actually, but what is it to you, and I ask my original question again, What the hell is going on in here?!" I went back to her desk. "Well, you might be a sexy redheaded fox, but if you hadn't taken so damn long to get here in this room, you could have avoided seeing us and us finding your pictures here," I added, picking them up and waving them. Her eyes just widened, and she bit down on her bottom lip.