I never wanted my friends, especially Lana, to know that I was gay and had the hots for Mrs. Teller. But now... “Truth.”“There’s a first,” R...sa laughed.“How did you become a... ?” Kelly glanced at Mei.“Futanari.”Kelly nodded. “How did you become a futanari?”“Well, there was this futa-fairy, and she wrote me a letter—”“That weird thing that arrived yesterday,” Lana interrupted. “The one talking about your desire for an older lover. It was talking about my mom? You had the hots for my mom?”“No. .I left a message for my son to go get it…..I didn’t see it.’ ‘He wants to know if you got dark?’ she asked. I nodded and she returned to Mike and the conversation. ‘Yes, it’s dark….you don’t…..he is?’ ‘He says you’re estranged, how estranged are you?’ she asked me, covering the speaker with one hand. ‘About 3000 miles,’ I answered, thinking it was a conveniently safe way of putting it. ‘He says you always buy dark beer and he doesn’t like it.’ ‘I know, tell him we’re almost there,’ I said,. ”“Oh dear lord,” I gasped, “I hope it isn't a friend or a relative, that would be awkward; I'm not sure I could accept someone like that, it would just be too embarrassing.”“It's a certain Mr Granger,” Rosie said. “Goes by the name of Geoff; 56 years old and in business. Or so he says; that can cover a multitude of sins in my experience. That name mean anything to you?”“Oh my god,” I shrieked. “You remember that assignment I just did for Ian? Well, Mr Granger was the guy that Ian wanted me to. I lean forward and gently place my lips on yours. I let them linger just a little bit. Right as I begin to pull away, your hand on my neck tightens just a little bit and pulls me deeper into our kiss. My hand moves to your hip and pulls your body to mine, finally touching after all this time.Our kiss depends and gets more fervent, both of us needing to feel it. We feel whatever it is rising up in us to the point of exploding. I push your hip back, rolling you over and getting on top. The weight.