Kate only heard obscure, second-hand stories about futa sex, she knew futanaris and met quite a few of them throughout her day, but she never actually...met someone who fucked a futa, until now. Her head was flooded with questions, she wanted to ask them all but had no clue where to start.Gwen noticed and reacted in a graceful fashion. She placed her hand on her extruding gut. “You have the same look on your face that my doctor had this morning. Kate, we’ve known each other for years, I trust you. Sad for me especially since I was never able to be with her the way I wanted. But time marches on. My Dad is now 84 but in good health. He visits with us every Christmas. This last Christmas eve turned into something special. After everyone left Dad, Terry, and myself sat drinking in the den. We were all feeling a little drunk, Dad especially. Terry went into the kitchen to clean up. Terry now walks with a cane. At 60 still a very pretty lady and like most of us seniors a little heavy, slim. The movies were $1 for 10 minutes. The place smelled musty and reeked of cum & sweat. I knew there was someone in one of the booths because the curtain was closed and I could hear porn coming from the booth. I decided to try a booth. I went in one, closed the curtain and sat on the love seat. On the wall nest to the TV was 4 coin slots. They were each labeled...gay, lesbian, big tits, shemale. I selected big tits since the waitresses melons were still fresh in my head. I unzipped my pants. Glenda took me out into theparking lot and led me to a car sitting in a back darker corner which sheunlocked and sat on the seat with his feet out the door. Throwing ablanket on the ground at his her feet sheet pulled up her skirt to revealfrom the car's courtesy light, a magnificent, cut cock, standing rigidlyfrom her groin with precum leaking from the head.."There it is, Cindy. All for you honey," she told me. I stared down at it with my own cock throbbing behind my skirt and slowlygot on.