At first it was a strange feeling but after that I started actually to enjoy it. He kept massaging my prostate and the feeling got more and more inten...e with time. While he was massaging me, I asked him if such prostate milking can happen with a cock instead of a finger, he told me yes but needs someone that knows how to find and the way to massage it. After I told him that he moved his other hand around my ass and touching it softly, and telling me how sexy and soft my ass is. I looked at him. Lugging herself into the kitchen, she sat down and sighed. "you feeling alright Rosie?" her mum questioned. She looked at her mum with eyes of sorrow, and her mum nodded. "always was the way with you. The first day and you come down with a stinker of a cold." her mum chuckled, and grabbed her bag. "sadly, you'll have to look after yourself. I'll let the college know you won't be in" her mum explained, wiggling her phone in her hand. she kissed her daughter on the forehead and hurried out the. Afternoons and evenings were filled with "dates" normally threea day. The week flew by and my day of decision quickly descendedupon me.Friday came and I returned home after my feminine lessons toawait the phone calls from my "dates". I waited anxiously by thephone anticipating its ringing. As the day progressed and therewere no calls, I started to grow anxious and despondent. Ipicked up the phone making certain it was still working. Theline sprang to life, the phone had been configured to. "I wandered over to where you and the girls were gossiping in time to hear someone say you needed to go shopping. After that, it's pretty much a blur." That was Glenda. She was pointing out that not much of my wardrobe will fit much longer. I'll need maternity clothes." I grimaced. I might be a traitor to my gender, but I hate shopping. Not the shopping itself, it's the crowds. I have a fair number of suitable office outfits, all purchased at smaller shops away from the malls. Maybe Glenda and.