We'll call it Chrissie's tripfrom man to sissy." Are you feeling OK?" Kate asked while the doctor was working on thecomplete removal of my scrotum and... doing the body modifications Kate hadrequested."Not really," I replied. "Some sensation is returning down there and itis beginning to hurt."Hearing that, the surgeon ordered Tracie to put me under for an hour orso. I woke up not much later on one of the clinic's beds covered by asheet. Kate, Tracie and mommy were at my bedside talking. She said she would bring us pressure canners, canning jars, two-piece canning lids, jar lifter, tongs, colanders, strainers and cheesecloths, big spoons – wooden and stainless – pickling salt, spices, sugar – lots of sugar – and at least two cookbooks for canning in addition to anything else she thought we would need.”“How did you know about all those things?” Morales asked.“I have an aunt who canned, and I loved to help her when I was a teenager. Plus, I did some research on our. You're a good cocksucker." he encouraged me.I felt like I could cum without touching myself. Just from the sensation of sucking a cock. But I wanted to feel how hard I was. My penis felt like it could explode. I dropped a hand from his ass and started to stroke myself as I went on sucking and he went on feeding me with his dick.My tongue explored every inch of him. Felt the smooth helmet and how it curled under at the flange. Felt the big vein at the underside. Sucking and licking and feeling. I reached down to stroke myself. wiping his cum on my hand I reached down and rubbed it over my tight little hole, spreading his warm cum back up over my cock and balls and moaning as I touched myself. He lay next to me on the bed and I felt his fingers between my legs, I opened my thighs to let him get at me and felt his finger probe my tight little bottom. I moaned and he kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth as his finger pushed deeper into my hole. I reached down and started to stroke.