"Shall we go now?" The rest of your wine?" asked Karen, whose days of relatively poverty and the sacrifices she'd made prejudiced her against such was...e."Don't worry about that. We can get another bottle in the Fiorenze."As the two of them walked along the high street, Karen shyly slipped her arm into the crook of Kenneth's and was pleased that he didn't let it slide away. He seemed genuinely happy in her company and his lively conversation about the Italian meals he cooked at home distracted. You could also find a rathertreacherous path or two that led down the cliff to some more secludedledges for sitting and watching. This all amounted to the local"Lover's Lane" in the evenings. I, however, was a daytime watcher, andso was an older man who seemed to enjoy watching me more than theriver!He was about 35 years old, or maybe a year or two younger when we met.He worked a night shift, and sometimes spent the afternoon sitting onthe wall, and watching the river like I did after school. I. ..” My cheeks burned. My futa-dick twitched. I was still hard from that glimpse down my mother's blouse and her innocent hand falling on my knee. “You see... I have a condition. It, um, manifested yesterday.”“What sort of condition?” asked Wendy. “Is it serious?”“No, it's...” My ears burned now. I took in a deep breath. I had to tell them. This wouldn't stay a secret. I had PE later on today. No hiding my cock in a locker room full of girls. “I came down with Futanari Syndrome.”Wendy. One day I decided that along with my workout routine I needed something else to keep me busy so I figured some sort of hobby would do the trick, and I settled on making candles, why I don't know, but that's what I did.One evening I was heating up some candle wax on the stove when my sister called, and while engrossed in the conversation we were having I had completely forgotten about the melting wax until I noticed the flames coming from the pot.I quickly hung up the phone and turned back to.