His dad and sister were sat at the table, while mom served up the dinner. “Hey Jack,” she called as she saw him, “come and have some delicious p...sta.” His family somehow looked different but he couldn’t put his finger on it. His dad was wearing shorts and a t shirt, teasing his daughter about some boy at school. Melissa, his sister, was laughing shyly and sticking her tongue out at her dad. Mom was laughing as she served up dinner. Jack sat down. “Let’s eat!” said Dad. The family ate through. “What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded – then before I could answer, she continued: “No – don’t say a thing. I can see perfectly well for myself the kind of sordid shit you get up to when I’m not here.”I started to get up off the bed but she pushed me back down.“No, stay there, carry on with what you’re doing. I’ll stay here and watch.”I looked at her without moving. “Go on,” she ordered, “carry on looking at your mag and get your hand back in those knickers.”I found this turn of events. I was aware of the concerned chirping of my familiar but I couldn’t take heed of it at the moment. I found myself close to blacking out but kept myself awake through sheer will.I became vaguely alert to the arrival of the gryphon, who had come to take back its chicks. I tried to raise my head up so that I could give some form of greeting, knowing that it wouldn’t do me any harm, seeing that I was somewhat connected to it now.In spite of my situation, I knew that it was imperative that I. Stallion Freddyjust shrugs as if washing his hands of the whole affair, a mostgracious Pontius Pilate imitation I thought.As if on cue, his enraged lover-boy in pink shorts and girly sandalssteps up eagerly to do battle. Rival tranny boys as Greco-Romanwrestlers, softly manicured hands begin pushing - struggling foradvantage.Jealous, physically excited cross-dressing lover-boys bumping - pushingopen-toe girly sandals against each other in full cat-fight mode.Looking on at this drama from our.