Trevor thought about that. The rest of her life. Couldshe do it? Not that she had much choice. This apartment was her lasthope. If the ring was n...t here then she truly was Christine Henders forthe rest of her life. Unless she got married, she thought, chucklingaloud. Then she would be Mrs. Christine Something-or-other.Tears started to well up in her eyes as she thought about marriage. Shewas getting emotional again, just like a girl, she thought. She wassupposed to kiss the bride not. I’m pretty sure I’d deal with the lack of shirts in the morning.I wanted to keep the mellow mood so I deliberately used Diana’s real name, “Jen, thank you for suggesting the bacon and thank you Mary for cooking for all of us.”Everyone chimed in thanking Mary.Jen smiled, “I’ve been thinking a lot about when we were together. I’m realizing I didn’t pay much attention to what you liked at the time, I’m sorry.”I didn’t know quite what to say to that. Laura jumped in, “Jen, it’s good that you’re. "Making a conscious decision in her newfound confidence in herself, she decided to respond."There wasn't a boy, it was me." She said quietly, barely a whisper."What? You're not making sense." The doctor knows. In the last year I grew a penis." She said simply looking at the ground."Okay, well, if you're going to make a joke of this and make up some stupid story then I guess you're grounded." He yelled.Still looking at the ground, she reached down and pulled her sweats down, just enough to where. He turned into the urinal and grunted, "Ahhh," as he ejaculated. Big globs of thick creamy cum squirted into the urinal. I continued to stroke him, even though his ejaculations had stopped, until the last drops of cum had dribbled into the urinal.I enjoyed the feel of his cock in my hand a while longer and watched his glans as it emerged from his foreskin as it slid back and forth in my hand. I stroked him slowly and he remained semi-hard. In different surroundings, and with more time, I was.