..you do dress up?.....you know dude look like a lady?" he questioned. "Yes I do, I would love to dress for you..........aah..... I don't even know y...ur name" I said. "It's Will" he said a he ran his hands up the inside of my thighs "you shave your legs" he observed "uh-huh" I purred as I felt his hand cup my balls "and your balls too?" he asked, "I do" I cooed " and my pussy too" I added as I lay back against my car. "Oooh very nice" he whispered as he slid his finger into me. He finger. Why would a young futanari be any different?”My ears burned. As we drove to the store, Mom's good mood faded again. She grew more and dourer as she drove. She gripped the wheel, her cheeks pale now. She squirmed like she had a heavy weight pressing on her.Was she really feeling that guilty for having sex with her boss?Maybe she was like Wendy. My girlfriend was as conservative a Christian as Mom. Homosexuality was a sin, sex before marriage was bad, showing too much skin was inviting men into. Her warm, dainty hands moved over the veined surface of my swollen tool. ‘Oh, God!’ I groaned. My hips writhed on the leather chair. The sensations were unbelievable! Marya may have been young, but she had natural talent! Lots of it! ‘It’s spitting,’ she giggled softly as a glistening drop of pre-cum oozed from the slitted tip of my straining shaft. She massaged the fluid into the purple tip. ‘Ahh!’ I groaned. ‘You…keep that…Oh!…up…it’s…Ah!…really going to spit!’ ‘Does that feel good?’ Marya. Meanwhile the other mans hand had reached the lace of my panties pushing one finger into my pussy ,i stirred and open my eyes,it was so stirring my inner muscles of my pussy that wetness started to soak through the material.He had lifted out my breats fron the lace of my bra and his fingers squeezed each nipple independantly and the put his tongue on the errect nipples.i satrted to moan hands touching my body from every angle ,,,i moand and started to move about the lift they stood me up ,one.