Um ... manhood."She laughed. "You call him Mr. John Thomas?" It's a traditional name," I said, with as much dignity as I could muster."Well, I think I...want to meet Mr. John Thomas," she said.I admit I was a little fired up by now, so I didn't resist. I just skinned out of my shorts and let her see it.Gone was her little game of just touching it with part of her hand. Mr. John Thomas became her instant new, best friend as she gripped him lovingly and stroked him like a massage therapist in. I am glad to be a woman and desired by you.I can't resist cupping my own breasts. Massaging them, pushing them up and together. I look down to see the soap creaming prettily on my flesh. No wonder womens bodies are coveted and adored. How soft and beautiful we are.My imagination is running wild. Moaning softly in the steam of the shower, I imagine your hands on my breasts. My nipples already hard, beg for my fingers to pinch and tease. It feels amazing baby. My fingers are now your fingers. Grace quickly checked Steve and found that therewas no change in his body and she sighed a quick sigh. She then lookedinto the boy's eyes and saw that he was still in a dream like state andshe decided to question him."Steve can you hear me?" Yes" Okay Steve how old are you?" Who is Steve?" Okay who are you?" I'm Steffie" How old are you Steffie?" I six and I want mommy and Mari" Are you a boy or girl Steffie?" Silly lady I a big girl I six" The voice was childish and proud. "Iuse ta wet the bed. But why else would I be here? Scott’s grip on my hand tightened as we walked into his home. It certainly looked better from the inside! The hallway was bright and airy, a lot like inside my house. He led me into the living room and motioned for me to sit down. “I’m just getting us a drink. Will only be a minute.” He smiled. “Make yourself at home!” I leaned back against the soft brown couch and admired the decor. The room was brown and beige with a hint of gold – simple but stunning. I slipped.