The only hope would be an identical twin. Without the transplant she would never lead a full life. This began my journey into biochemistry majoring i... cloning. I knew that if I could learn fast enough I could possible find a cure or produce an identical clone of her to harvest the organ needed. With my determination to save the one I loved but could never have, I squeezed 12 years of education into a compacted three years of study. I gave up everything to fully dedicate myself to curing this. His hand feels cool compared to my burning arse but I’m not here for my pleasure that is apparent by what he does next. He rubs his cock over my wet lips and wipes his shaft on me before proceeding to roll back the foreskin on his swollen cock. He groans as he wanks himself on my arse, slapping his helmet on me, standing close so that he rests between my cheeks his sack soft next to my pussy. I can’t believe how arousing this feels even though I myself am not being stimulated. Suddenly he grabs. The days of dreaming about making out with him in the bed of his pickup truck were long gone! Despite herself, she smiled at the second stanza, at the allusion to James Bond, her favorite spy! There was no keeping their date ‘covert’ as the song suggested, since her grandmother knew exactly where she was and with whom. She still had no clue as to why Granny had practically pushed her into Billy’sarms earlier. The puzzle of it was driven from her mind when someone jostled her arm and her drink. Sandra, would that freak you out if they got that big?" I don't know. I hadn't thought about that." Hey' I injected, "do I get a say in this? After all, it is my body."Terri grinned and said "Now you know how we feel about men trying to take charge of our bodies. Besides, we wouldn't be talking about this if you weren't ready to do this, now would we?" I don't know" I replied."Oh, shut up" said Sandra. "You're doing this and that's the end of it. I would rather have you with nice, firm tits.