He was tall. So very tall I wondered if maybe his cock would be too big for me. I liked his face the most. Pretty eyes. Nice smile. I could have done ...ithout the athletic shoes though. I prefer a man in a suit. We played pool for bit to break the ice. I made sure do the customary bending over that women must do to entice a man around the pool table. I was still very shy, staying close to Daddy, watching him for cues. We moved over to a dark booth for more privacy. I took the seat in the middle. Would you like to touch my skirt, Jeff? Would you like to feel the soft wool?" I just stood there turning every shade of red. I didn't know what to do. So she took my hand in hers and brought it over and brushed it across her skirt. It sent intense feelings throughout my whole body. I felt very embarrassed and yet aroused at the same time. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but no one seemed to notice what was happening. Then Katie said "I think you want to wear this skirt, don't. One of my problems with the idea is being a part of the child's life. You already know how I feel about that from the other night. The other reason has to do with you being altered, and if you plan to alter your child the same way."Relief washed over her face and she gave me a sweet smile."I'd want my child to know who their father was and I'd expect that father to take an interest in the child's life. And except for medical necessities, I want our child to be unaltered also. I think we'd make. I writhed on the bed as another contractiongripped me, and I moaned in agonized joy as the jetseared my urethra on its way up and out of my prick. Igrunted again as another spasm hit me, and I felt thesurge of semen distending my urethra, flowing upward. Now Stan's fingers stopped stroking me, and just keptmy foreskin drawn back tautly, to avoidover-stimulating me. The tension in my prick-skinmaintained the momentum of my orgasm, and severalweaker jets erupted from my throbbing helmet beforethe.