That kind of made her giggle, the fact that she couldn’t date him but she’d slept with him. The little ironies of life. It was a short phone call,...with a wistful goodbye… oh how she wished that he was home… it wasn’t just that she was horny (although she was) or craving rough sex (which she definitely was), she wanted to get their relationship (Did they have one?) sorted out. Everything was undefined right now and she didn’t want it to be. She wanted to know where she stood with him, because. I'm not sure that way will work." You know, I really don't care anymore." Wow, if that's the case maybe I'll go after him." Be my guest."I sat there thinking, not really paying attention to Joann's endless dribble about the guys in our class and who was going with who, and who was breaking up. I had more immediate concerns. I had to find out what year it was. I had no clue how old I was. What grade I was in."Shit, I don't even know what classes I'm taking; where I have to be this morning. How. His eyebrows got thin, like narrow lines. Then I could see -- somehow -- he had on lipstick and something on his eyes. I could even smell some perfume in him. I looked down at his clothes. His T-shirt had these bumps growing under it. 'No,' I thought, but, yeah, my son was growing tits -- nice looking pair, too, big like his mother's." What little hair he had on his arms just kind of faded away; so did the few hairs he had on his face. He seemed to be getting a figure, slim waist, broader. " I'll try and find some batteries, be right back."As I left the bedroom, she began to slowly work the big cock in and out of her pussy with one hand while she pinched her nipples with the other.Unfortunately, the gift shop did not carry the right size batteries to fix the dildo and that caused me to have the flash of inspiration that would change our lives forever. I walked into the hotel bar looking for a suitable substitute for Marcus. As the fates would have it, a young black guy was seated.