“Th ... the ... t-trial. Th ... the s-summons has come. W-we w-won’t b-be a-allowed to sit together if he p-pleads Not G-Guilty. I-I’m f ... fri...htened.”“Why, Penny dear?”“B-because he m-might come after m-me.”“No he won’t, sweetheart. He’ll be handcuffed to a policeman, maybe two if he’s really as big as you say he is.Her head came up. “Really?” It was still anxious.“Yes, poppet. Really, really!”Her head went down again and her arms tightened round him. There were more tears but these were. “Yes,” said Heather, as she poured herself a cup of coffee from the jug. “Not the boy pheasant, though. One of his girlfriends.” “Oh!” said Paula, disappointed. “I like the boy pheasant best. He’s pretty!” Heather sat next to her daughter by the kitchen table. Over the sound of The Fimbles on the television, whose morning adventures occasionally attracted Paula’s attention, Heather could hear the reassuring sound of lambs bleating in the field that abutted the cottage garden. She loved her. Then I felt it leave my ass and he said "Turn around".I turned and he pulled down my briefs. My cock stood out hard and big and he leaned back in the chair and told me to stroke it for him. As I stroked my hard cock he stood to pull off his trousers and underwear. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off as well. I continued to stroke as I looked at his body. He was in pretty good shape for an older guy but what I was most interested in was his huge penis. It was at least two inches. She wasn't lying or joking. Instead of what I expected, there was a cock. It wasn't large, but it was definitely a dick, not a clit. I had an instant urge to touch both her boy and girl parts. I did and it was confirmed. Kay was intersexed. She wasn't a transsexual, but a hermaphrodite."Damn!" was I could say for a moment."Yeah, I'm a freak. Now you know my secret. Now you show what you're made of, Danny. What is it? Scared or excited? Told you it was possible," Kay challenged me.I didn't say a.