"Oh I hear that alot. But never from anyone I've cared about before."I can feel the blood rushing to my head as I begin to blush. Coughing, well choki...g actually, I turn and look into her tanned face as her blonde hair hangs loosely in front of her. Grabbing a freshly pulled weed I toss it at her slender thighs playfully.As the small mound of dirt splashes against her she laughs and stands up straight. Wiping her thighs slowly she flashes her smile at me. "Ohhhhh, Now you're in trouble boyo.. ‘I know it’s becoming the fashion again in some circles, but I’ve been down to the design centre and they’ve come up with a really beautiful potential baby for me. They’ve got the sperm in the bank all ready to go.’ ‘I think you’re right Moira,’ her friend encouraged her. ‘I’ve heard some awful stories about babies conceived in the old fashioned way.’ ‘Sounds so crude doesn’t it. It must have been awful for women back in the old days being dependant on men for that sort of thing. It’s difficult. I looked sheepishly from my book, To her sensual long fingered hands, Not a ring she wore left or right, And thought what kind of man am I, Wondering if she was tight or just right. A cup of brew was brought to me, Steaming hot latte, light and tasty, A puzzled look I gave the cook, “From the lovely young lady,” His replied on the sly. She raised her cup when we were eyes to eyes, I did the same with a smile of surprise, She placed the rim to her full wanting lips, Never taking her eyes. It felt like a cold breeze against his skin, ignoring the warmwater of the shower. But his aroused hormones were telling him that hewanted more of this strange magic. Before he knew it, another squirt hadentered his palm, and he was massaging his neck. In surprise, he sang outa single "Laa" as he felt his Adams apple retreat, and his voice re-brokeinto a higher child-like tone. His neck slimmed to a more swan like form.He then massaged the suds into his shoulders, which drooped and.