While trying to figure out a way to wish Karyn back to normal, John sat back and started to relax. As his hands were resting on his stomach, his right hand absentmindedly drifed down slowly to his waist. It then moved lower, as is often the case with most red-blooded young American males.
And then, almost instinctually, he slowly started to rub his cock. He had completely forgotten about Karyn and her new position!
Before he knew it, his cock was hard and he was stroking it. He was really enjoying it, fantasizing about getting blown by Laura Prepon, when he was startled back to reality by a woman's moan coming from his crotch.
"Karyn! Oh shit, I forgot! I'm so sorry!" John stated emphatically, letting go of Karyn. This only served to turn him on even more, as he was now looking at Karyn's nude form again.
"John," Karyn said smoothly, "Please don't stop. It's so weird, it's making me feel so good all over..."
Hesitantly, John took Karyn back into his hand and began stroking her up and down. He was feeling REALLY good, and Karyn's odd moans of pleasure only served to heighten his arousal. It wasn't long before he felt himself getting close...
