"Have you ever had your prostate directly stimulated?" Mommy said.

"No, I can't say that, I have," Franklin Prattford said.

"Do you know what I mean when I say that?" Mommy questioned.

"I have not got the vaguest idea," Franklin Prattford said.

"Has a girl ever put her finger up your asshole?" Mommy asked.

Franklin Prattford silently shook his head from side to side.

"Well, then you have something new to look forward to!"

"I am not so sure that I like the idea of…" Franklin said.

"Nonsense, boy, it is going to feel good," Mommy said.

"I can feel a strange ache inside my ass," he exclaimed.

"That is your prostate gland," Bambi Starr interjected.

"You should have done this for him earlier," Mommy scolded.

"Some men are funny about their assholes," Bambi Starr said.

"You have to approach the subject delicately," Mommy said.

"I see," the pretty little girl said, raising a single eyebrow.

"Isn't that right?" Mommy said to Franklin Prattford.

"That's right, Mommy," the youthful stud concurred.

"Turn your back to me for a moment, Franklin," Mommy said.

"Okay," Franklin Prattford said, with just a little fear.

"I am going to moisten my fingertip with my cunt juice."

"Why?" Franklin Prattford questioned, his voice rising a bit.

"I want my finger to slip into you easily," Mommy explained.

"Oh," Franklin Prattford said, sounding reassured by this.

"I do not want to cause you discomfort," Mommy said soothingly.

"No, no, of course not," Franklin Prattford said breathlessly.

Mommy used her left hand to pull Franklin Prattford's ass open.

"Ooooooooooh, you have such a cute asshole," Mommy exclaimed.

"I can feel my asshole tingling with sexual anticipation."