Hmm.. Would you talk to my tomboys for me dear? Oops, I mustcatch Charles! Noonish then? Ta ta for now dears."Aunt Jean after she leaves: "That is the... lady that let us use heramusement park for your birthday that time. She has never met you. Youowe her, so will you?"Darla: "Will I what?"Aunt Jean giggles: "Tell her girls how pretty and sexy those clothes makeyou feel?"Darla: "I can't pull that off! Can I?"Aunt Jean nods yes: "I believe you will. She is right about this summeralso. Want to make. Trouble is, I no longer have the pencil dick that I had as a baby boy, instead I now sport a solid eight inches that is as big around as my wrist! (If I measured it down the underside to my balls it is nearly 11 ½" but that is probably cheating to measure it like that.) My balls grew right along with my dick and each is about the size of a small peach or large plum! (I need to jack off at least three times a day -- usually more -- just to keep them from getting too full and hurting like hell.. She slid sideways in her chair, pressing her thigh tightly against the one beside her. Her now freed hand brushed over Paris' leg and curled under her uniform skirt."Rory!" Came a strangled whisper."No one's watching. Well, they aren't as long as you don't give out a shriek or something." Fingertips danced up smooth skin, the nails dragging slightly, making Paris shiver even more and nearly involuntarily part her legs. The plaid skirt was roomy enough that it slid up without Paris having to. Her firm abdomen, her perfectly supple breasts, her curvy thighs…“Listen Sparky, you want to be paying attention now” she said annoyed.“Lastly, the red bottle is unique in that it will prolong your experience, without decreasing the intensity of the moment. Use it at your own discretion.”Your head was spinning by everything she had said. You were about to ask her a question when she excused herself.“I’ve gotta go” she said disappearing, leaving you alone in the street, for the first time.