Earnestly I increased my pace so that I could meet up with her, then slowed as I neared. Once she was beside me to my left, I looked over and gave he... a quick glance. Just a quick one, I didn’t want her to know I was checking her out. She then looked over to me, smiled then nodded, and I returned the hello. Her face was certainly good looking, sharp chin, a small mouth which looked cute when she smiled, long eyelashes, and I thought I saw green eyes. Her skin was pale, not tanned so I guessed. For a straight-enough guy looking to sate his curiosity, the rumours sounded too good to be true- that your local public toilets, the ones you walked by nearly everyday- were all of a sudden home to a glory-hole that housed all manner of exotic and ridiculously proportioned pricks. Long had you avoided entering due to its seedy outside appearance- and as you stepped into the doorway, you noted that such extended to the inside as well. Peering your way around the toilets, you saw nothing out of. Mom deserved happiness.“I came out as a futa,” I said.“Oh, really?” she asked. “How'd that go?”“Everyone was supportive. Mostly.” I shifted. “I even have a girlfriend now.”“A girlfriend?” Mom asked. Our family was Christian. We went to church every Sunday, and it wasn't one of those progressive churches that accepted homosexuality. “Well, I did say that its okay for you to be with girls now that you have a cock, didn't I?”“Yeah,” I said. “It's Wendy. We're going on our first date on. She responded timidly, and began to shake ever so slightly. I positioned myself at her mound, and tentatively began to lick at her labia. She again grabbed the back of my head, and gently moved me into position. I teased her at first, and then began my assault on her in earnest. She tried to motion me up to her clit, but I circled around it, teasing her even further. She finally dragged me onto her most sensitive area, and she responded with the beginnings of her first orgasm. She thrashed.