And since I was driving my mother’s car, I preferred not to take the risk.The plan was simple; keep driving and pretend I never saw her. Unfortunate...y, I did see her and the closer I got, the more beautiful she became. By the time I passed her, she had become one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Forgetting all about the law and my mother’s car, I quickly pulled to the side of the road and honked to let her know I was offering her a ride.I focused on the rearview mirror and watched. In no time at all she lost both her skirt and pantyhose leaving her in the aforementioned bra and a matching pair of panties that were so skimpy as to leave no doubt in my mind that she shaved more than her legs. I couldn’t tell if the redness of her face came from embarrassment, excitement, or the fact that the first bottle of wine was empty. After I lost my pants leaving me in my t-shirt, socks, and a pair of boxers that did nothing to hide my increasingly painful erection, we decided to take. It wasn’t just a small anomaly either. Many a man who fancied himself a stud would have been proud to own the organ dangling so bizarrely from this girl’s loins. In some ways I found this the most shocking aspect of her yet. In my defence I must point out that this was 1972. In those days the issues of transgendered people were still largely unknown and taboo. The Stonewall riots had only occurred in 1969 and even the gay rights movement was still in its infancy. Across most of mainstream. That didn't stop me from sucking it like there was notomorrow. I'd start slowly, just licking the tip and then the shaft fora while before sliding the head into my mouth. I'd close my eyes andpretend it was real as it slid in and out past out of my mouth with mylips wrapped tight around it. Every once in a while, I'd pause longenough to squeeze some pre-cum out of my own cock and rub it all overthe head of the dildo which I would proceed to lick and suck off. Ifinally worked up the courage to.