Once the boat was pulled up on shore we walked into the cool water, seeing that there was nobody around. He touched me tentatively at first, but once ...he kissed me and I felt his monster cock through his swim trunks I knew I wanted to taste him. Kissing him was so incredibly hot now that we were alone and didn’t have to worry about anyone interrupting our fun, and even if they did, I wouldn’t have minded. It was so nice to feel so free and open. Now I could let my erection slide out of my bikini. He usedthe vanilla body wash the store woman had given him, enjoying the smell.So much of his body was changing to become like a woman, but his cock wasstill there. Actually the excitement seemed to make his maleness grow bya few inches. A stroking of this monster with soap added allowed Georgeto cum again, with a more intense orgasm.George wanted nothing more but to find out what would happen if hecontinued this journey. He thought about shaving again, but noticed hisface much softer with. “Yes, you jerk, although there was a really close call; and I’m not particularly proud of what I had to do to keep my hymen intact.” “Oh, really,” I said, but more as a question than a comment. “Yeah, really. You may not have noticed when we were together back then, but being with you, no matter where or why, always got my motor running. Once we started our ‘wet humping’ routine, it got worse. And that last night, that last time, well…let’s just say the memory still makes my panties wet. So. I'll admit my skepticism about magic, but I'm willing to listen. I can find no other explanation for this anomaly." And this anomaly would be?" Prompted the old man."The ratio of males to females over different age ranges," Harold replied. "Statistically, there are about 106 males born for every 100 females born. By age 30, there are almost exactly as many males as females. But by age 60, there are only about 90 males for every 100 females." Don't females have a longer life expectancy than.