I had missed something and I could hardly bring myself to check.I looked between my legs and confirmed that my manhood was gone, replaced by a soft-lo...king mound of flesh that curved underneath me. I could just see the slightest hint of a vagina between my legs.My vagina.It was too much to think about. Why was so much of myself wrapped up in whatever genitals I possessed? I squirmed, uncomfortable, and looked back into my eyes.“I am... Delyria...” I muttered.—A hiss of steam and the pod opened.. As soon as I reach eighteen, I always dreamed of being Steven’s passionate lover and sex toy as long as he will have me. I finally got nerve at nineteen. I was only 5’6′ and 100lbs, not exactly a man’s man and more a feminine man. Since I always was on the scrawny side, I always looked more petite. For some reason my hips have always been wide, my waist really small, 24 inches, and my bottom nice, round and firm. I had kept my dark black hair usually in a pony tail trying my best to look. She could feel her son's tongue as it probed inside of her. Her hand moved down so she could run her hand through his hair and pull him harder into her pussy. As he found her clit, she also helped direct his attention to the areas of her pussy which needed his attention the most.She tried as hard as she could to suppress her moans of obvious pleasure as her son began to focus all his attention on her clit. He circled it with his tongue and then wrapped his lips around it. As he did, he pressed. I promise."Sure," she said. "I guess it'll be okay." She trusted this boy fully, and she went with him into his house.It was a clean, well-kept place, with long drapes over the windows and new, modern furniture. They went straight into the kitchen and fixed sandwiches and drinks."Let's go down into the basement and watch television while we eat," suggested Bob. So she followed him down into the basement, carrying her food. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, someone grabbed her by the.