Right now we are still trying to categorize all the mutations, and to find out the extremes of them. Myself, I find Chameleon of particular interest, ...or scientific purposes.”At my raised eyebrow, he smiled. “Consider this. Chameleons we already know change body form, and most times mass. Where does that extra mass go, or come from during change? We know at least one male that becomes female. Is his sperm still fertile? Can she have children? We just do not know. However, let me ask you this.. I remember fingering my pussy and squeezing my nipples in anticipation of being fucked by this guy. His cock was erect and protruding out his jockeys, it looked like a tent with a large pole. He slowly pulled his jockeys off and out popped his beautiful black cock, it was magnificent looking, nice and shinny and long. He looked at me as he stroked his dick the full length saying, “I can’t wait to feel the sensation of my cock buried in your cunt, sweetie.” I reached out my hand as he crawled up. Wanting to be the one to make this happen. Wanting to pull those delicious, drawn-out noises from deep inside his chest. My cunt is so wet I can feel the dampness soaking through my underwear, saturating the thin fabric so much it has probably dampened my trousers.“I’m going to come soon, like I’d come deep inside you. Filling you with my hot, spurting seed as my balls smack against you. Just imagine all of my dick inside you. Deep and throbbing and oh so good. Pulsing as I get ready to. In the picture she was holding the hem of her navy-blue A-line skirtabove her waist with one hand, exposing her red satin panties and herlong legs clad in flesh-toned Pretty Polly sheer to the waist pantyhose. Her legs were spread wide and her other hand rested on her thigh, a rednail-polished finger pointing at her crotch. Her face was miming a kiss."Yes I do like that pose Michele," he offered her a glass of wine andwhen she took it, her hand was shaking.Steve's fingers came to rest gently.