His action was only one of my earliest memories, of men and the lengths they went to, to be seen. Back then we never desired, we were more curious and...a 'Cock' was more an object of fun, funny names, and funny stories, and yes we played with some, watched them cum and showed ourselves as they did it.The 'Chicken abuser' was also my first connection, to the penis providing pleasure, my earlies memories of masturbation and an awakening, down there, as I turned my back to him and lay on my side,. " Lay it on me," said Tina."Why a white girl? I guess I don't really mind. I always wanted to seewhat it was like to be white. Still, I was just wondering." That's just how it goes. The changes always tend to be radical andusually trend toward female and younger. Anything else?" What... what are you?" Mommy sounded apologetic. "I don't mean to giveoffense but... are you even human?"Tina chuckled. "I'm mostly human. Well, I used to be. It's a trade-off. Iaccepted a burden that required giving up. She pulled the knot on her robe and her massive tits fell out right in my face she leaned over and with both hands cupped her huge boob and pushed it right into my face,Even though it had been a year since I had last nursed on my mommy"s tits it felt like ten minutes.I sucked and squeezed until I knew she was close then I watched her nipple as I slowly rolled and pulled on it and sure enough a big drop of sweet milk dripped out and ran down moms huge breast only to be caught on the end of my. She did that little tell tail sign of licking her lips.We arrive at the mall. Me on mom’s left and Frank on her right, both of us hold her hands and walking to the hair salon. Neither one of us has been in a lady’s salon before so we are not sure what to expect. A young lady comes out and asking for Billy, so I stand up and follow her to the back. My name is Mary and I will be helping you today, so what do you have in mind. I show her a picture on my phone of what I like and if she could.