She buys him what she thinks he needs and he gets it for Christmas. She doesn't teach him how to sit on a couch while he's wearing a skirt, because he...doesn't wear a skirt and nobody cares how he sits on a couch or crosses his legs. She doesn't have to teach him how to wear a pad, or insert a tampon. She doesn't have to teach him to be cognizant of when he's fertile. If anything, all she has to teach him is to keep it in his pants unless he's ready to marry the girl. She doesn't have to teach. " Then come on over and let's get this over with." Not so fast," Rev. Bryce replied. "There's an important condition you have to meet or this meeting ain't going to happen."It was apparent Rev. Bryce had a healthy respect for Klaatu's hypnotic abilities. The young man would be required to wear a ball gag that could be fastened and then locked in the back. All of the important stuff had already been agreed to and Klaatu didn't see any point in protesting. He could still communicate with pen and. “Now you have to get me ready,” I said. He laughed happily and got to work. He started rubbing his hands all over my body while we kissed each other deeply. Then he moved his hand to my begging pussy and carefully slipped a finger inside. My soft, wet lips swelled up with anticipation. After a minute or two, he inserted two fingers, then three. Once I was good and wet, he took them out and softly rubbed my clit. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Yes,” I said with a nod. He put the tip of his cock. I lend women cars at the drop of a hat -- and pay for repairs, too. All to sniff the crotch of some woman's panties." Gawd! You're incorrigible!" At least. Drink your wine, so you have an excuse in the morning." I'm not here for that." Well I am!" I sighed. "Okay, get on with whatever it is, then, so I can go somewhere and jerk off picturing your nipples poking above the water."She looked away, embarrassed. "Cletus, I..." First names! Perfect!" I wrung my hands."Stop that!" Oh, all right." I.