“But you do know the old saying, right?” He teased, “If you wake him up, then you have to put him back to sleep.”“Well,” I conceded, “A ...irl has to do, what a girl has to do.”I surprised myself and him by pulling my tank top over my head, dropping it on the drafting table. My little bra was next. I was a late bloomer. My breasts amounted to a couple of puffy nipples and a couple of lemon size B-cup breasts.Standing, I pushed my shorts down with my panties. I had just shaved my young pussy that. I grab myself a beer as well. "I guess I can be a fun guy. Like, I can talk and listen, I can do games or whatever." He grins. "But you won't jerk me off." He fakes a sad smile."Dude…" "Yeah, I know. I'm just joking, bro. It's no problem, really. I have to train so I'm not a total rookie when I finally get a boyfriend." I laugh, but it's a clumsy one. "Yes. And I have to practice too." Milan walks to the living room and I follow him. "Sure, you have to practice getting a blowjob." We sit down. In otherwords; a matriarchal society! The men (if you want to call them that) areconsidered useful only for breeding purposes. After they achieve theirsecondary sex characteristics, the males are "drained" of their sperm andthen they are chastised in a very unusual way. The female who overseesall medical related rituals, gives the males to be chastised a potentherbal drink. Once they are asleep, she performs a small surgicalprocedure which was taught to her by her mother. Without too. Well I got to be a cop, and so did my cousin. Not Fred though, my cousin who was in 2nd grade, Jesse. He is the cutest little boy ever! Smooth white skin, rosy cheeks, cute pouty pink lips. How we played the game was that the "cops" would stay in the van for 20 minutes while the robbers would try to hide around the yard or in the house. Since I was older I got to be in the driver's seat pretending to drive. Out of no where Jesse sits on my lap and says....Jesse: Josh can it be my turn to drive.