"It's called a dick; silly, but that's the more clinical name for it. People who aren't super stuffy usually call it a cock. If you're being really naughty you call it a penis." She must have accepted this without hesitation; Billy gained some conflicting memories of his sex education class, when they were taught the scientific term was "Dickus Maximus" and a troublemaker had yelled out "PENIS!!" at the top of his lungs. The female teacher had turned bright red and sent the student out of the class angrily.
While he was lost sorting his memories, Teresa wiped the remaining cum off her hand with her eager tongue. As he pulled away from her, she looked disappointed, but then became distracted looking between her own legs, expecting a bulge of some type underneath her work slacks. "Um...where's my dick?" she asked innocently. Billy didn't have too much time to act before she thought she *should* have one.
"You're a woman, women don't have dicks. They have cunts. Why don't you take off the rest of your clothes and take a look for yourself?" she was at least able to undo the button and zipper on her pants, as she slid them down with the urgency akin to uncovering buried treasure.
She bent forward to start examining her slit, and although Billy had just fired his first shot this action almost renewed him. He felt the same shimmer and remembered the forever revised sex ed class replacing the usage of "vagina" with cunt. He quickly confirmed the additional names for "cunt" (similar to earlier) with Teresa, she nodded in confirmation, half paying-attention and accepting things at face value.
Billy got up and walked over behind her, and started massaging her boobs. He could see her clearly exposed cunt begin gushing and she looked up at him with a surprised moan. "What is that? Ahn...why are you doing that to my chest?"
"I'm kinda surprised you were even able to walk in the door with your pants still on, usually when women are around their husband their cunts get so wet it's not even worth covering up." another shimmer, as her drip became a steady trickle. Was it just him, or did the carpet in the house get a little more stained?
"And I'm massaging your titties so they can be nice and full with milk, I'm a little thirsty." Sure enough, every pump of the wrist caused the weight of flesh to grow in the palm of his hand. Before long, Teresa's nipples were leaking a thin stream of milk. Her skin was practically scarlet from her lust. She was still merely circling the rim of her cunt. Billy moved in front of her again, cock at full attention.
Billy wasn't exactly keeping track of time, but he had 5 minutes remaining.