The tip of his beautiful cock was right up against the opening of my wet coochie. I pressed the tip of his dick to my pussy lips and began to slowly ...ove it up and down alone my swollen lips. It felt like I was rubbing my pussy with a hot slippery baseball bat. He was even bigger than he was earlier. For a split second, I wondered if I was going to be able to do this. It wasn’t and matter of conscience or morality. It was more a question of logistics. “Don’t push yet Sweetie, not ‘till I tell. And my sister thinks if I’m with a friend I won’t be bothering her too much.”I didn’t ask what kind of “bothering” her sister might think she would do. “I’ll have to ask my mum.”“I’ll come along.” And she did...wearing clothes that bordered on being Victorian, and with a manner that was so obsequiously polite, with downcast eyes and speaking in a low murmur, that anyone less self-absorbed than my mother would have smelt an entire colony of decomposing rats at once. My mother, though, ate it all. Well, I mean..." No, I can't blame you," Pete smiled. "I have no one but myself to blame. It looks like it worked out pretty good for you, anyway." It did," Jon sighed. "Not without some pain along the way, but it did. So, did they get it all out?" It looks like it," Pete smiled. "I'll have to have annual MRIs for a few more years, but I just had one a couple weeks ago and there's no sign of it coming back so far." Well, that's good news," Jon sighed, shaking his head at his thoughts of what. As he got older, he traded in the dolls for issues of Cosmo and Women's World. He loved learning all of the girl's secrets and wanted to be as close to them as possible. He especially loved how the girls treated him like one of them, talking about good and bad times as well as secret feminine things. He never once felt like they were being nice because he was handicapped and needed extra help with school work, or later having special handicap equipment to help him learn how to drive a car. One.