And the noise grew louder, over the sounds of kissing. She remembered this sound, not unlike a wet kiss...Sophia could feel her legs pressing together... and the sensation building between them. Light and airy, like a tickle and an itch in one. Her long brown hair fell on the tops of her breasts as she stared down at her feet, struggling to make out more of the sound.At 24 she had not been with many men, or at least with as many as she wished. To make up for this she became an expert in the. Fortunately I was not awake to see my last remaining vestige of malenessskillfully sliced open and restructured into a clitoris; the penis skinbeing used to line a vaginal slit.I awoke to find myself in a hospital bed. David was there playing the partof a doting lover, gently holding and caressing my hand. "Every things fineStefanie," he said. "The surgery went perfectly. You now have a beautifulvagina that I just can't wait to penetrate," he lovingly assured me.Horrified, I cursed and railed. Mary was to the left of me so I placed a cushion on my left leg and leant on it with my left forearm, cleverly hiding my own crotch. When I saw Ally look at me again, I stroked my rock hard cock with my right hand. The shape of my cock was clearly outlined in my short loose trousers as I was wearing no underwear. Ally stared at my hand caressing my hard organ . . . and quickly looked away obviously somewhat embarrassed and then back again to make sure what she was seeing was real. I gave her a. . Joan tried, but wasn’t getting any breath to her tone.“Excuse me mother, may I help?” I asked.I had never spoken to her while she was working with a student!“Do you have ... something in mind?”“Yes, I do.” I got up and walked over to Joan asking her to stand straight. “I am going to touch your stomach, is that all right?”She looked at my mother and Janice said, “He’s not dangerous, go ahead.” I heard a chuckle. Both from Joan and Jenn.“Play that note again, please, F3,” I asked.She did, and.