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Dear Tallulah,

I came to the farm a couple of days ago. Iris will arrive tomorrow, and you'll be diving until, what, Saturday? These last few days at my mother’s were great. My mom was extra caring as well. She’s been like that since we discussed my perhaps-not-that-unique futanari situation as two grown up women. Still, it’s really, really awkward whenever the subject comes up. I thought this would be easier after she became a licensed therapist, but that's not always the case. Sometimes it’s like she’s analyzing me all the time. Luckily, this time it was different. She wanted to know about you, girls, and the boys too, and everything that’s different when I’m seeing someone.

“Did you go to Dr. Oyekan?”, she asked me.

“Yeah, mom, we had an appointment last Thursday. I took Iris with me too. Since her transition she didn’t see anyone, medically speaking.”

“Did Iris like her?”

“You can ask her when she arrives, but yeah, I think they got along really well.”

“That’s great. Dr. Oyekan is not like other doctors, Epona. She knows a lot about futanari health.”

“About that... I think I know why.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. We met her daughter. Her name is Shola…”

“What?”

“She’s a futa, mom. I bet that’s why Dr. Oyekan is so interested in futas’ health.”

“Epona, Did you two…?”

“No, we did not.”, I replied. I wonder why she's become so interested in each and every possible relationship I might – even if hypothetically – be in.

“How can you tell, then?”

“Well, I just know.”

I didn’t want to tell my mom that Shola was well versed in the same strategies I had to figure out for myself as I was growing up. I’m definitely a grower, not a shower, but that’s almost irrelevant when you’re a horse futa. Me, Sofia, Shola… We all have some particular things in common, I mean, the way we move our bodies, the way we walk, the way we dress ourselves. It’s funny, even… I bet they also found out, at some point in their lives, maybe after going to bed or while taking a shower, that they could reach their cocks with their mouths, no hands, no fingers, just their lips and some back stretching exercises. Everything changes after that. You have to find a comfortable position, a nice angle, and you need to train a little bit too. Lips, tongue, and jaw have to work perfectly together, because it gets trickier – for me, at least, that’s how it happened – to control them right before I cum, and there’s always plenty of it waiting to spurt out, so liking it is better than not liking it, I mean, unless you want to make a huge mess every time, of course. In the beginning I used to prefer shooting it on my neck, because licking the cum from my hands, after it cools down, wasn’t exactly like eating a fine dessert, but I found out that it tastes way better when it goes directly inside your mouth, warm, and dense, and... Why am I saying these things? Maybe because I did it today, under our tree, but I wanted you on your knees instead, practicing, exploring, just like when we first met, do you remember? I was only 18, but I had some mad blowjob skills already. I showed you first how I did it, then I gave it to you. It was magical. You'd open wide and explore, practice, and moan. You’d open your eyes from time to time and, bae, that made you look sexy as hell! I miss you so much.

Please scuba dive safely, and come straight to the farm.

Love,

Epona.

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Hey, guys! Quaraci here!

I know this is the exact same story from our monthly painting (“Open wide”), but I did it on purpose. I wanted this to be the “real life” scene, while “Open wide” was Epona’s fantasy. This is an extra painting for this month, an early access submission. I’ll post it at Hentai-Foundry, Twitter, NG, etc. in a couple of days. I hope you like it!

Have an awesome weekend, everyone!

Q.