Ivan scratched his head."You haven't taught me much Biology today, but I'm learning some other things," he admitted. "I was actually hoping that you w...uld just tell me not to worry about it and everything would be alright." Sorry, Ivan, I couldn't do that. I always speak my mind."Rebecca took a sip of her tea and Ivan poured some cream into his coffee. It was an uncomfortable pause, as both of them sank into their own thoughts and struggled to climb out of them."I'm going to be a man," Ivan. I saw it whilegetting changed and some of my own pussy juice must have remained in mymouth. That's what you tasted. I am sorry."She remained silent for a few seconds. I can imagine that her mind wastrying to make sense of all of this."So, that was actual magic!" she said. "There are ways, I guess, to growa nice piece of ass. But what you have there is not anatomicallypossible. Are you sure that you told me everything about Friday night?".We both moved to the living room and sat at the dining. I don't think."The room smelt vaguely of ammonia. Posters covered the walls. Most of them featured clowns and now John Phillips realized where baby got her make up ideas. Here was one that was a smiley face icon, and there was one that said Have a Sunny day. It pictured a sun with an idiotic grin on it. To John, it felt strangely disturbing. There was a twin size bed covered with plastic linen, a chest, a vanity and nothing else. No lights at all. Baby opened the large chest sitting at the foot. I buried my face in his neck, and began to stroke his arms from wrist to shoulder, just letting my hands begin to explore under the short sleeves of his t-shirt. He struggled to a sitting position once more against the tree, and I sat on his lap facing him. I kissed his neck slowly, and let my hands slide underneath his t-shirt. His stomach and chest were just very slightly furry, and I enjoyed running my hands over his skin whilst listening to his breathing rate increase, and nuzzling his.