“You won’t mind? I can really ask?”I nodded. “If you’re curious about something, you can ask her or talk to me when you see me on Wednesdays... I don’t mind at all.”She bit her lip and looked at me shyly. “Are you really gonna marry the girl in your video from when you got hurt?” she asked.I grinned. “Yeah, that’s the plan,” I told her. “It’s what we both want.”She seemed satisfied with that answer, but it was hard to tell with Stephanie since she was so shy and reserved.Again, Victoria came to. I’m not an invited guest. I’m not a student at the university either, but I could pass for one, or, at least, I will pass for one tonight so I can attend this Halloween party. The trick is to get inside the door and past the security people.First, I have to get up to the door more or less unseen. Usually, that isn’t a problem for me, but tonight my costume of choice doesn’t exactly pass local law approval and my plan requires that I arrive in nothing but it. Right now, I’m sitting waiting in a. He would say things like "the things I would do to her" normally I don't respond to strangers like that but hey I was drunk. I agreed and said "I would love to fuck her feet in those heels". Then he replied " I wonder what they smell like"? after about 30 mins talking about womens feet we discussed what we were doing at the bar. I said " I got into an argument with my wife now I am drunk and horny" and he said he was a trucker and just got into town then he began asking about my wife. At this. ..” 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.