Eventually she put the mug on the countertop and held her hand out to get a better look. Mal was speechless. She swallowed a lump in her throat and ma...aged to look up at me. She was crying and not just a little. The silent tears were plentiful as she gazed up at me, still holding her hand out. I took this as my cue. ‘Mallory? baby?’ I set my coffee next to hers and knelt down, kissing her knees. I looked into those eyes and my voice caught in my throat. I came out sounding more like a plea but. I did stop and have a look at the dirty stories scrawled inside, enjoying the well drawn pictures of transvestites taking cocks in all their available holes. I took the opportunity to fill my pockets with toilet roll, just in case there was to be an encounter of a casual nature! I emerged from the dank and smelly convenience and looked around in the dying light of the early winter sun. I looked over towards the forest close to the picnic area, and through the trees I saw a man standing on his. ”I shuddered as a hot itch surged through me. Even knowing that if she fucked me I’d lose my futa-cock, my pussy ached to be filled by thick girl-dick. It was like my body was wired to be loved by futas. To crave their transformed clits pumping over and over into my teenage snatch until we all came.But I wouldn’t lose.With a screech, I elbowed her as I rolled over. She gasped, her head snapping back. I ended up on my back beneath her. Silky, black hair spilled about her face as she knelt over. No more than five foot tall, and maybe 90 pounds soaking wet she has large tits, at least a C cup maybe D with large, pokey nipples. I know this because they always seem to be trying to rip out of whatever tight top she is wearing. She usually comes to visit after her workout and she is dressed in yoga pants, so I can admire her clam-shell pussy, and tight ass. She normally wears a tight shirt that does nothing to hide her popping nipples.Today was no different, and she had been there for about.