. So what had happened to that gift I gave her? The one she turned bright red over, when she opened it. She did give me a dirty look, but I kind of ex...ected that. Then she hid it amongst her other loot.I had just found it.Now let me describe this gift to you. I had ordered it online. It's called 'Clone-a-Willie'. No, I'm not kidding. The idea is that the guy gets hard and a mold is set around his Willie. After the mold is made, then you fill it with a goop that hardens. Presto, you have a clone. But now, just on the cusp of turning sixteen, he was sick of being a teenager and was just marking time until he came of age. To him, that meant an age without the term, teen, in it ... twenty.So, when his parents threw him a sixteenth birthday party, he really wasn't so enthused. Sure, all his friends were there along with his sister, Melissa, a year older and, it seemed to him, years closer to that magical age without 'teen' in it.It was a nice party and he did enjoy it and it left his. They were too tight to fall by themselves, so Karen pulled them down and I raised my feet, one at a time so she could tug them all the way down around my feet. When she straightened up, she was wearing just her stockings and panties, and all I had on were my boxer shorts. One of the things I like most about undressing a woman, especially one as sensuous as Karen, is pulling down her panties and stopping along the way to breathe deeply of her pussy. I did so that day. She hadn’t started. He walks up to me and at this point I'm right up against my door, he presses right up to me, goes up on his tip toes, puts his arms around my shoulders, whispers "For the next little while my name is Kendra", and starts to kiss me, smearing black lipstick all over my mouth.At this point I'm a bit hesitant, but I can feel my cock growing in my trousers, and he can feel it too because he looks down at the bulge pressing against his stomach, looks back up at me, does a little laugh and keeps on.