It was as if I'ddiscovered my purpose, or my true calling. An epiphany, I think they callit. I knew that this was a feeling that I wanted more of, a...nd I didn'tcare what someone called me because of it. Kym said, "Kristyn, I thinkthis sissy's getting off on your hard cock in his sissy pussy." "Yeah,she can't get enough of my little dildo," Kristyn replied. "Little?" Ithought to myself. Just knowing that this was the little one set off bothwarnings and desires all through my mind and. I can still remember some of them even today — the parted thighs and the soft curving flesh above the stocking top leading right down ( or up!) into the gorgeous gusset and the unseen hairy mystery inside … how I would love to kneel in front of her and touch those silk-clad knees and gently open them, parting her legs, opening them, spreading them wide — and stick my head up her skirt and just BREATHE. That would be enough! Just to smell it, breathing it down deep into my lungs, my BALLS… The. ‘I can’t complain,’ Harry replies. ‘And how is my good friend William Newman?’ Harry asks. ‘Well, I have two difficult choices this morning,’ Bill answers. ‘Will I drink beer on the beach or drink beer in my back yard. So how does it feel to be retired?’ ‘I don’t know yet,’ Harry responds. ‘Ask me in a month.’ ‘What was your retirement bonus?’ Bill inquires. ‘Well,’ Harry replies slowly drawing out the answer. They upgraded my standard issue BB539 gynoid to a maximized Sharon Stone limited. He just let me lean back, and rest for a few seconds.“Holy shit, Travis, your cock is huge. It's almost porn star huge,” I muttered.“Well, thank you, mom. I'll take that as a compliment,” Travis replied.I just laid back, and leaned against the wall for a minute. Travis got up on the dryer, and just chilled right next to me.“Mom, you are a M.I.L.F.O.A.O.A., and you are just a sexual goddess,” Travis let me know“What did you call me?” I wondered.“Mother I'd like to fuck over, and over again,”.