Then he spilled another load of boy seed into my depths. Later in life as I reflected back he was attempting to get is dick head close to my womb hopi...g to spill into it.My left hand was being dragged to Johnny’s penis; he was already stiff as he taught me how to fondle him, drawing my fingers the short length of it, pausing at the head, manipulating it while listening to his concerted wheezing. I think Eric may have already been asleep when Johnny took another turn after I rolled over onto my. All the things we had done and accepted we could do, but no more. And yet we both wanted to, but she waited for me to lead her a little way further down the path.Then one evening I was ready to take another step. After laying there with my nightie open feeling her gently moulding my boobs and exciting my nipples, I whispered how wet this was making me, was always making me. She whispered back that it had the same affect on her. I opened my legs a little and she looked between them seeing the. Then a third one. She smiled at Hobo and said, “Stick.” She unleashed him and threw it as far as she could. He was off like a flash, a dirt cloud where his rear feet had been. Tail wagging furiously, he trotted back and dropped the stick at Pilar’s pink sneakers. Grinned up at her, let’s go.Pilar made direct eye contact with Hobo and told him, “Mr. Pole.” She carefully placed the stick at Wally’s feet. Who, somewhat uncertainly, picked it up. Looked at it, possibly for slobber, then shrugged. As I stood there looking, he said that the material felt smooth, and sexy against his skin. Quickly gathering my thoughts, I asked him if he wanted to stay a boy, and dress as a girl, or, if he wanted to become a woman. He looked at me for a few moments, and then said that he wanted to live as a woman, but he wanted boobs, but to keep his little clit as he called it. When I asked what he meant by his little clit, he raised his nighty, and lowered his thong to reveal a very small pecker. It was.