"Ah," Papa Bear said. "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" We've decided that it's a good thing," Sophia told him. "An inconvenient and difficult th...ing, but a good thing." You gonna be able to go to the Olympics?" Yup. Talked to a doctor about that today. The only problem is I'm dealing with morning sickness. That won't affect us much--we have no competitions in the morning--except that it makes me lose my appetite. So, I have to force myself to eat so I don't lose strength." No cravings for. I always wondered what it would be like to have a foreskin." Guess I forgot to say that I had pulled out my dick and I could see that he was gazing at my package while I looked at his. We were admiring each other obviously. I pulled back my foreskin, exposing my wet glistening glans and give it a shake or two. "Mmmm, nice" he says. "Want to try it?" "Yes, please". "Go for it" I say. He reaches over and takes hold of my cock. He strokes it slowly, base to tip. Then he pulls back my foreskin and. I had sent Christmas and birthday cards for a couple years, but when I got the first that said ‘No longer at this address’ I had given up. Well, I could sit here and be worried, or I could go in and get the Mustang serviced. I swallowed hard to try to settle the butterflies and stepped out of the car. I knew that I made a pretty picture in the spring late afternoon light. Red hair down to my ass, size 12 jeans that clung to every curve, a Harley-Davidson tank top that declared ‘Put something. Seemingly she had one a few days ago and no one noticed, not even Andrew or me. I’m not sure I trust her, though – after all, she didn’t warn me that this might happen.’ ‘So what are you going to do?’ asked Gwen. ‘I,’ pronounced Angela in her most dramatic tone, ‘Am going to figure out how to pee with this thing. Then I’m going to take a shower.’ ‘Sounds like fun!’ grinned Gwen. ‘Can I watch?’ ‘Yeah, if you like,’ smiled Angela. After all, her mother did say to have some fun with it… Angela.