"Stimulated. Ikind of like the attention I get when I look..." I struggled to findthe right word for a moment. "...glamorous."My mother gulped, brea...hing in rapid pants. For a moment, I worriedthat she might be hyperventilating. "Does Sylvia know?"Sylvia was my girlfriend of six months - stylish, ferociouslyintelligent, a joy to be with. She was the apple of my mother's eye,and a fond friendship had grown up between the two of them.I smiled. "I was dressed like this when we first met."I. Stuck fingers in my cunt and rubbed and rubbed me. I got very wet, but didn't cum. He begged me to let him fuck me. No way I said, but I'll jerk you off. Which I did. We sat down, and I jerked him some more. Leaned over and sucked him until he came in my mouth. I swallowed his cum. Asked him to pinch my clit again and finger my pussy. Well by now other men knew what were doing in the balcony. Another guy sat beside me, pulled his dick out and started stroking it up. Sit on my dick he said. So I. ..As we sat there Will started telling how he grew up wearing speedos and preferred wearing them over boardies. He told me that in his AFL (Australian Football) team he always wore speedos under his footy shorts and most of the team did as well.As a side note to those North American readers - we don’t wear jock straps much down under. To be honest I’ve never worn one and I’ve never seen one being worn. Not sure why but just thought I’d mention that. I’d imagine they would be great to wear while. I was getting queazy again. They assured me that I would actually be happy about all this someday - while I was gagging. I chuckled sardonicly. Isn't that what they always say after something terrible has happened. But I had to be logical. My dick was gone - forever. I had to face that. I was a woman, at least physically, and in 9 months I was going to be somebody's mother. All of that was unchangable. The best thing I could do for my own sake was to not fight it anymore. I decided to give in;.