It will probably require some form of sex change operation on the genitalia, assuming he chooses to remain a "he".It made us all pause for a moment in... our tracks and rethink our need to push the envelope, so to speak.Daddy even wrote in his diary that he was going to think long and hard (no pun intended) about whether to pursue trying to get either twin pregnant again.For quite a while, we were the best foursome imaginable since we all had clits of our own. We knew exactly what made them tingle. It still ended with multiple shots having the force of a submachine gun. Some of it hit her forehead, eyes, and mouth. She simply scooped it off her face and licked it off her fingers. "You know, Mr. Bailey," she purred, "yours tastes so much better than Tyronne's." I took that as a compliment."Look, Whitney, it's time you called me Hugh," and from then on, that's what she called me.The next time she joined me in bed, she wanted to thank me for helping her with the Tyronne problem. It was a. Katrina and I decided to lay on our stomachs first. I could hear her talking to me, but my mind drifted off to that summer as I looked up at the life guard stand. All the memories of that night came back. As my eyes closed, and I drifted off down memory lane, I visualized that night. After my shower, I took my time getting ready. I applied vanilla scented lotion. First rubbing it all over my soft, large breasts, gliding my hand over my nipples until they stood erect. Then, I pumped more lotion. '"I said, 'Shut up!'"Holding herself as steady as she could, pressing her shaking legs against the far wall, Tanya reached up and pushed against the top of the shaft. It didn't move. In that instant she felt defeat and started to let herself slip. Savagely gritting her teeth and forcing every muscle in her body taut, she stopped her downward slide and, gasping for air now, worked her way back up to the top of the shaft.Pushing upward as hard as she could this time, she felt the top move up,.