I'd go buy them in that adult bookstore and bring them home to look at in private (and relieve my sexual frustrations through masturbation). These mag...zines were, in certain ways, a kind of 'gateway' d**g into more pornographic fare; and, eventually, to my first-ever glory hole experience!When I first started frequenting the adult bookstore I went to the most in those days, I didn't know about the existence of 'glory holes.' But it didn't take long before I started hearing about them; and it. Ah well, nothing gonna happen there, but we seemed to get along well enough, and it would be nice to have a friendly face around to talk to from time to time. As I lay there thinking of her, I started to drift off to sleep, vaguely realizing that my pants had grown way too tight… Time passed, and by the time late spring rolled around, Laura and I were fast friends. One of us was always at the other’s place it seemed, and as spring rolled around we started a tradition of cooking hamburgers on. I finally understood what all those girls were complaining about when I just shoved myself inside them. Condoms are the worst thing you can have in porn, but they were all over tranny porn for the most part. That's the only place I accepted them. Nowadays that's not even a problem anymore. But, today... today was a strange day. Today I heard a dark devious voice in my head. When I logged on to my news feed there was a National Geographic article named Gender Revolution about a trans girl. Come on, Della. This jerk has you all upset," replied the thug with surprising gentleness as he led my nearly naked wife away."Jim, please believe me when I say I had no idea that your wife worked here. I would never deliberately create a situation like this," sobbed Helen lightly as she tried to help me to my feet.Then a gray haired man took my other arm and helped Helen raise my ass off the floor. He was dressed well and had the attitude of a man used to being in charge."What the hell.