I got my own from their genetics. But that is another story. There were worse fates that could befall a lad before he reached eighteen than celibacy. Fortunately I had some pre-cum at my tip, it helped to part the labia of the molded clear-jelled flesh. I was a shank of oak under the sheet. Her thighs were spread, her vagina was a pink and rosy orchid open for my manly stamen. But I didn’t get to see it when it arrived, and then your dad said he had wrapped it and hidden it so that you wouldn’t discover your present before your birthday. . Dad explained that he and mom had talked at length. The thought of that captured my imagination. in.”
Mom shrugged off the gown, she was naked as I now. I knew I was close to the mark, about the same size as my paternal parent. Though this was not the procedure for artificial insemination. He wanted to carry on the tradition somehow, she to protect me and the wombs of any girls I might date. I think your mom has a few other things planned this weekend as part of the celebration, you won’t be disappointed.”
That was all well and good, but a ball-game at a stadium was not the sort of event I had hoped for, where
