It felt incredible. It was softer than I imagined. When you hear talk about a guy getting hard, it conjures up images of steel and stone. But his c...ck had a fleshy bounce to it. In fact, I could feel his pulse through it. It felt warm and wet, but I realized that was because the other girl had just had it in her mouth. With her hand still gripped on mine, she applied pressure, and pulled my hand from the base to the tip. It was a lose grip, but kept pressure on the bottom, while letting. “Your birthday is ages away. So, why the urgency?”“I just want you to know, that’s all.”“Does it involve you buying me a new corset? Or nightie? Or leather gear? Or maybe a new cane!”“Trust you to think of a cane. No, it involves food, of sorts.”“Food? What, like the fridge scene in nine and a half weeks?”“Not that much food, no.”“What food then? Tell me.” Emma scooped my cock into her hand and started to stroke it.“Honey.”“Honey. Go on…”“Lots of honey, poured all over your tits and body.”“Not. I would like to schedule a surgery to check the tubes. It would look like you had a vasectomy. In case of a post-testicular azoospermia, there is a chance of correcting it, giving you the chance to have kids. Em ... this is kind of unofficial advice, but you might think about doing a DNA test for your kids. I’m sorry.”Me: “It’s not your fault. Thanks for the advice. I already arrived at the same conclusion.”At that point I was barely able to avoid a breakdown. Over the next few weeks, I had. A few lucky guys saw all the way up to my lacy panties. I heard them gasp. Adam asked me to dance. We moved with the strong beat of the first song. The slit in my dress let my hem fly about, giving the guys glimpses of my stockings. Next was a slow song. Adam held me close. I put my arms around his neck, knowing that would pull up my dress, With Marcie’s parents right there, Adam didn’t put his hands on my ass or anything like that, but he did helped me show off. He put his hand low on my hip.