Suddenly, it was my turn to be self conscious. "Tommy," I asked, worried. "Are you sure you've never been with a girl before?"He stared up at me, conf...used. I realized it was a strange question. "I just mean," I said, trying to focus on the words as my body got distracted by his invasion, "I'm not built like normal women. I have parts that they don't have."As if to prove the point, my cock slapped down on his flat stomach as I rode him. He touched it with his hand, and I gasped. I giggled,. His cock behaved and didn't go hard at all.But, of course that ended, a movie came on that had quite a few sex scenes in it. He had glanced at Ally, she was sitting on the couch with him staring at the screen as one "couple" were fucking. The woman was on top of the guy riding him fast and hard. Ally had licked her lips and crossed her legs.He blinked as he glanced between Ally and the TV screen. This was turning her on? Who would have thought. He scooted closer to Ally, she didn't seem to. That grin grew as, in the growing darkness, I heard the low, soft moan of a woman lost in the throes of passion. I wondered, as I listened to her, if she was even aware of the pattern she had fallen into. Masturbating at the same time every Saturday night, like a clock. Now, like most of the houses around here, my neighbor Sharon opened her windows at night during this time of year to save on the power bill. Listening to her moan, I relaxed into my hammock and enjoyed the throaty sound. I. ' The voice showed no emotion. No angerthat I didn't listen. Just blindly stating for me to please use thatdoor. I definitely didn't want to hear that noise again.The floor was perfectly lit up. It was small, almost broom closet sized,but that was the floor. I'd describe the walls, but what I could see,there weren't any. It was like staring into space. It wasn't a darkness,because the floor was pure white and the light should have illuminedmore than the 4 square feet I was standing on. But it.