How did you get that magnificent cock thrusting from your groin?” Monique leaned closer, her dark hand resting on my wrist. “Was it surgery?”“...agic,” I said. “I made a wish, just like Dr. Rita did, and the futa-fairy answered. She gave me my cock and let me have so much fun with it.”“It looks like you’re having fun,” Monique said, her voice growing throaty. “Her daughter is going to town on her dick. Just suckin’ cock like a sinner on judgment day.”My daughter bobbed her head, sucking. The conversation was brief and polite. Somewhere along the way I heard the lady say to Sharyn “you know he had to finish, don’t you?”. Well, that gave it away. Apparently he had failed to produce much of a positive effect on Sharyn’s libido, so he gave up and decided to pump away until he released his load inside her. Mission accomplished, at least from his point of view, not so much for Sharyn.Driving on the way home, I asked her about the experience. She wouldn’t give much detail, but she. Beneath myarctic detachment was a small geyser of warmth so subtle Ihadn't recognised it until that moment.It was relief.I stood up, automatically checking my stockings, andstepped away from the make-up table. Despite the dread I'dexperienced only ten minutes before, I was relieved. Themiserable, crushing weight of manhood had been eliminated;decades of anguish and self-loathing erased in a singlemorning. No more guilt, no more shame, no more slinkingaround the house like a pervert. I didn't. Some time later, she turned the ignition and started towards the exit. The radio, which is always on in Tricia’s car, didn’t come on. She looked at it puzzled, but before what was wrong dawned on her, she reached the exit. When the car before her handed the woman in the booth a ticket, she groaned aloud, remembering only then that her ticket was in her locker at work, waiting to be validated. There was no damned way she was going back, maybe not ever, certainly not today. Tricia opened her.