She liked holding my cock and often said it was her handle that no one else could hold, I didn't mind at all. It was embarrassing though when she held...it too long one day and I erupted, spewing my cum all over. From that day on every time we walked in the woods she would tug on my cock until I came.She would say “someday we are going to make a baby with that sauce”, giggle and say, “but not today”. It was on her 17th birthday our exploring took a deeper turn and she jerked me off against her. Believe me when I say that he knows full well that he is neither too old nor too close a relation for you, and that he realizes that you are no longer a child but a beautiful young woman desirous of love. For whatever reason, he is unable to act on this, so you must act for him.”“But how? All I have managed to do so far is make him jealous of the others.”“You see, you admit to playing the coquette with the man. Now you must continue to do so, but more openly. Once in New York, as he squires you. I can’t.” It was at the close of that statement that the curly-haired muse pulled my face to hers. Lip to lip, tongue to tongue, and libido to libido, we fell into a deep lustful kiss. Desire spread through my womanhood and again I had to pull myself from this beautiful creature. Robert took my hand and walked me to his Navigator. He groped my ass, as I hoisted myself up and into the seat. “Baby, what was that for?” “Look at my dick, babe. What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing. My head was throbbing with happy drugs, and I felt the tingling, buzzing feeling at the stump of my left arm had moved, maybe, three inches further down than it had been. I turned my head to the side and saw that yeah. Yeah. The stump was a bit longer. Bones and muscles, growing out from the severed nothingness. A haze of nanites, buzzing in the air, making it fuzzy and shimmery. I swore I could see the skin growing, the bone growing, the veins growing, the ... uh ... mmm... Happy drugs..