I slowly moved my hand down and rubbed it over her stomach. My fingers ran thru the slight patch of hair that covered the top of her pussy.. she turn...d to me and ran her hand up the back of my head and our lips met.. She pushed her hips forward against the lump in my pants, and our tongues came together. I pulled her tightly against me, Her breast felt soft against my chest thru my shirt. I felt her hand on the lump in my pants, she was rubbing her hand over it in a round motion....Our. She was wearing a skirt, but I knew she didn’t have panties on underneath. Her naked twat had flashed at me when she’d raced before me up the stairs to reach my bedroom.I reached beneath my skirt and shimmied out my panties. My futa-cock groaned in relief. Even these roomier panties, designed for transwomen who hadn’t had their sex change operation to remove their penis, didn’t quite have enough for a futanari. We were just hung. All fifteen or so of us in the world. So there was little chance. Before she was due home, I would always end up masturbating, as the feeling was so intense. Since our divorce though I had had to go out and get my own panties to carry on my secret fetish. I was too embarrassed to walk up to the checkout and buy some, so had started to go in lingerie shops and walk out with some, without paying. But now, I had been caught red handed. The security guard was lurking behind a pillar. He saw me sliding the handful of black lady’s underwear into my bag. I was. I have created a sort of online suggestion box ( https://poll.ly/#/LabVAvZQ ) for characters you would like to see. Rules are listed in the next chapter, the more ideas i have the more likely ill be able to add more chapters quicker. Constructive criticism is helpful as it will improve my story telling abilities etc. ( I apologize if I get a little carried away with the writing and details but there should be something in here for almost everyone I also won't add certain kinks that I don't.