Together we climbed the steps into the church. We sat on the aisle near the back. Mass began on time and passed as slowly as always. I attended bec...ause it was something my mother and now Barbara expected me to do. My mind often wandered and I had another flash that told me a lot about my future relationship with Barbara. She took Carole with her for communion while I remained in the pew. A few minutes later we walked out into the sunny day and that was when I received my best surprise of. Their cum was inert to other transgender people, but to everyone else, consuming too much cum in a short time would cause the consumer to go cock-blind or cum-drunk. Eventually, the consumer would succumb to being a bonded slave to whomever gave them their last cum shot or into a common slut for the community. This was, of course, just a rumor. No authority or government in the country bought into this absurd rumor to investigate it. Furthermore, most people chalked it up as a tourism tactic. But, as much as there is an intense excitement about being able to keep a secret, there is even more excitement in telling it to just one person who can appreciate the level of trustworthiness you show by limiting access to them.It starts out with one person. But the pressure of not being able tell grows like a blister until it bursts and everyone knows.Even if you could tell someone who can keep a secret, it's too much to ask.Fortunately for us, my work experience had taught me most of the. She got out and stood hopefully, in her stretch mini, and I rushed round and grabbed her.“Ooooohhhh” she gasped happily in my ear, clinging to me while I carried her round, lowered her onto the bonnet and undid my trousers. Her lovely muscley legs opened and her skirt slid up to reveal her pantiless pelvis and, I noticed in the half-second it was exposed, a tidied bush in an inviting V pointing at the entrance to her volcanic interior. Her labia were already glistening as my cockhead landed and.