Isn’t that what a gentleman should do? Whatever…. We went to a ballroom club to dance. She was a great dancer! We danced the rhumba, the Cha-c...ha-cha, the Samba, the Tango, and the Salsa. She kept drinking. She was too drunk to drive home. I had to call a taxi. Her ride home was on my dime. Where else does a woman get falling down drunk on the first date? …only in North Dallas. Whatever…. Then the dating service sent me Maurine. She was a cute blonde with a Southern accent. She was a. Principal Davis, told me about a doctor who specializes in girls like me." You mean transsexuals?" Mom asked as Heather pulled her top back down."Kind of," Heather shrugged. "Except he doesn't really work with people who want the whole sex change deal." Oh." Mom smiled patiently, looking for a little more explanation than that."Like, I'm never going to get my penis cut off!" Heather giggled. "No way! I like it too much!" So does Mattie, I suppose," Mom laughed as well and I smiled. Almost seven feet tall, she was certainly a half giant by looks of her. She wore a full set of plate armor, but it did very little to hold back her Jamambos. They were encased in custom armor, but each round ball was at least the size of his head.“Wench…” He croaked, looking for the nearest serving girl. She didn’t hear him, and he tried again loudder. “Wench!”This time the barmaid came over. He recognized her, one of the farmers girls. She was a healthily plump girl, with a thick body and tits. My wife and Joe had shared the ride to work together on a couple occasions and the frequent sexual conversation between them lead to their meeting. His wife wouldn’t be home and when my lil slut showed up at his house as planned any small talk was short lived. Calling her Pocahontas, his nickname for my wife, Joe motioned her toward him. My cock began growing as she rubbed it on her slick muff. “He’s a good kisser and seemed to breathe me in with each kiss,” she whispered. I asked what she was.