I mean, women who are totally women, they have wombs and real tits and everything, they just have dicks instead of pussies. And not just cause, you know, you have a gizmo.” She drew back and held Christine’s face in her hands. Her hair was kind of a dull orange, parted in the middle and tied into a ponytail that only reached to a spot between her shoulder blades. “My name’s Christine,” she said. I’m in the mood for a midnight snack, and I see something I really really wanna eat.”
Rory couldn’t help but laugh. She could feel it surging all through her, spreading out from her womb to every part of her body, humming through her bones, warming her flesh, hardening her nipples. She looked around for another moment or two; nothing but boy-boy couples and girl-girl couples. She almost yanked at Rory’s pants, pulling them, along with her underwear, down to her thighs. He didn’t tell her how much he wanted so she just gave him a ten.