“You seem more upset about the claims of my healing the incurable, than you do over my illness. I suspect your anger over the issue is coloring your...judgment. This almost sounds like an attempt to shut me up, which is exactly what I’m convinced it’ll do, which is also the reason I refuse to submit to the biopsy. I won’t allow you to search my head for future medical breakthroughs, since I don’t trust you to act honorably. So far, nothing you’ve done in this case is the least bit honorable. If. " I understand Frank. Thanks." Frank wasn't too bad looking for someone who was in his 50s. He was about 13-15 years older than me. You could tell from looking at him that he would have been very handsome in his more youthful years. He still looked physically fit and would often boast about his time at the gym. He shut the cabinet and handed me the form. I placed it on the his desk closest to me. He handed me a blue pen so I could make a start. "There is a time limit of 1 hour. Try not to. She closed the distance between us, and for a moment, I held back. She didn’t stop; she just smiled and kept advancing, her lush pink lips relaxing, her little tongue sneaking between them. I let her kiss me. I let her warm lips press against my own, and then I let her open my mouth and slide her tongue inside. I kissed her back, and the desire I had pent-up since my transformation flowed through me. I pressed our bodies together, savoring the feminine squish of her chest against me, relishing. I tasted the cherry her clitoris and found it larger than I thought just like a ripe big date. It felt salty a bit but a fine scent like that of jasmine entered my nostril. The clit was hard and I understood she was excited and without wasting time I took off my pant and my 12-inch cock 6-inch in girth, a heavy piece jumped up.I parted the foreskin and put it on the opening and pushed a bit.“Don’t do this. I am your son”. She jumped up to me. I kissed her on the forehead and said. “I love you.”.