She only had twocontacts: CALL ME, and ANSWER ME. She chose ANSWER ME.Hearing the swoosh on her end and then on the other end she remarkedobediently, ..."OMG, I need to be making men cum."This sparked an excited reply from the sissy on the other end of thephone. "OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM."Back and forth they went until it became a blur and they were saying itas one. "OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM. OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MENCUM." Then all of a sudden, Pansy hung up.Standing in the. “Have you, maybe, looked on the internet to see how it’s done?” “Yes, she answered. But looking on the internet and actually touching his thing is way different. Besides, on the internet, everyone looks like they’ve been doing it forever. I’ve never ever seen a guy’s stuff.” What? I thought, never seen one? Crap I had to do it.I shifted on the couch and faced her. “Ria, maybe I could show you myself. Just as a lesson from biology practical human body. No sex just you can view it.” I wasn’t the. My heart plummeted in a premonition of me sitting here, alone for hours waiting. I’d just about resigned myself to this unfortunate event when the restaurant door opened. Every time the door had opened I looked up in the faint hope that it would be Reese and every time it wasn’t him my stomach dropped a little lower. But finally I saw a face that made me smile.Reese came rushing in, saw me, and immediately sat down across from me. He was even sexier in person than in his pictures. His hair was. She keeps me around because I’m like family, always watched her kids for her and stuff.”“I doubt you could do much,” Sharon said, “Its a rare model, its powered by a Perkins diesel.”“You are very lucky then,” he smiled very brightly and amusedly.“Why is that?”“Because we have a 1964 Massey-Fergusson diesel tractor,” he said, “and I have taken that apart and put back together so many times, I could probably do it in my sleep, and that has a 4-cylinder Perkins diesel. I don’t know if its the same.