“Well that’s you huh?” he asked, watching me walk to my tent, right next to his campsite. “Yep,” I beamed.“Well, I tell you what, come on... over and I’ll cook up some of this fish and crab for you. Sound good?”“Sounds wonderful, Willie.”***I had a secret, I was knocked up. I remember being scared to tell anyone. I was at the mall one day, looking at prom dresses, wishing I was going. No one asked me. All the black students at school used me for sex. But for some reason, no one asked me. It didn't take long to get myself used to good things, and to start wanting even more of them.When we got done playing, it was nearly seven o'clock, and we needed to hurry home to dinner. I was really glad to see Gerta and Hans again. Bea too, but she was a little different to me. I liked her, but she wasn't part of the family that I had mentally carved out for myself. In ten days, she would go to court and then move to California, and I probably wouldn't ever see her again. I was still happy. “Yes Sir,” she said.Mr. Andrews stood up and began walking around his desk. He stopped in front of the huge ornate desk and leaned back against it as he spoke. “Actually, Miss Johnson, that brings up another point. Last night in the parking garage, it was quite dark and the lighting there is less than ideal. I never really did get a good look at you. Would you mind removing your blouse here so I can see what I missed last night?” he asked.“What? But Mr Andrews! I thought...” she said.“Miss. I struggled to sit up. But my heavy chest made it a little difficult forme. I sat up in bed and took a look down. My field of vision changed. Mybreasts were in the way. My breasts were rubbing up against my thighs. Istuck my hands down there and I didn't feel my balls. My dickdisappeared. Not even a little nub between my legs. They were all gone!That popping feeling I had must have been them going into me. The suckingfeeling must have been my dick going back into my body. My index.