’ She reached out her hand and took Mei’s and Philip reached down to take both of theirs. No one spoke for almost a minute as the girls humped th... front of his legs and Philip looked from one to the other. Finally Mei asked, ‘What are you thinking?’ ‘That I wish I had a second dick.’ Mei laughed, ‘Like coming out your forehead?’ ‘Then,’ Ai said, ‘everyone would call him dickhead and be perfectly justified.’ The laughter broke the sexual tension and reset the mood. They fell forward,. I look at the straps; theyhave little slides on them that I can move and make the straps shorter,so I make them as short as I can. That helps the bra not fall off, but itis still way too big in back. I take it off and go hunting for the buttonbox. There it is, by the sewing machine. Inside are buttons, but alsopins and needles. I find a big safety pin and use it to bunch up the backof the bra so the sides are closer together. Of course I poke my thumb afew times, I always do, but now it fits. I’ll have a ticket waiting for you there under your name. Be on the first flight out of there okay.”“Chris, where am I going?” she asked in confusion.“Well, here Silly, where else would I send you?” I jokingly answered. “Now call me as soon as you get your ticket, okay? Now get the hell out of there through the window and run for a cab.”I met Julie, Chloe’s mother, when she was 9 months pregnant with her daughter in a photography class in Minnesota back many years ago. She was so much fun. I couldn't handle the thrill and let out a low moan. My thirdstroke missed, and I realized that a hood of flesh was partiallymasking the organ. Using my other hand to pull back the hood slightly,I began to work the little cluster of nerve endings, slip-slippingacross it, feeling the wetness permeate my inner spaces and overflow.My girl-body writhed, entangling itself in the bedsheets.Now I had a thumb obsessively working the clit while my middle fingerslipped deep inside to fill me. I felt it.