.. For yourself?" I asked.My little boy nodded bashfully. He stole a peek at my cream-colouredchemise's plunging neckline, which revealed a little of ...my falseboobies. His eyes averted quickly when he noticed my I-know-you-are-staring expression."But that didn't explain the nightie you're wearing, sweetie." Um... I..." stuttered Henry."You like the nightie, don't you? Sweetheart?"He shook his head prudently.I cocked my pencil-drawn eyebrow and remarked, "Sweetie, do youremember what happens to. She was a sporty gal with some muscles and a height of almost six feet tall. Oh yeah, if it wasn’t for a slight waistline and her almost forty inch bust, you would assume she was a boy. Her friend Melissa Mumford was a classy gal, always wearing some clean khakis and a floral short sleeved blouse. She had sea green hair flowing like she was underwater, and her eyes looked like the bright Caribbean Sea itself. She was petite and cream skin, not a blemish in sight. She was a skinny gal with. She pulled her panties down and there was something strange there.It wasn't a vagina or a cock. There was something there pulled between her legs with two small, brown quail eggs next to it.Reaching behind her, she pulled something out of her ass hole and a fleshy nub that resembled a shrunken cock hung between her legs. There was band attached to it behind the head and it was tethered to a golf ball-sized orb."Rachael, what's going on? What's this all about?" I was very confused and couldn't. On the plus side, a guy staring at my tits makes my nipples grow hard and my pussy start to tingle, which is never a bad thing. I reciprocate, though. If I see a large bundle straining against some tight jeans, my eyes are riveted to it and it’s all I can do not to reach out and touch. Size doesn’t matter, but it sure catches my attention. It was Saturday night at the Hexagon and my roommate, Jenny, and I had gone to see Brute Heart. It’s an all-girl band, which brought out a lesbian.