Completely. We don't know how, especially since thoseredundant copies were under separate security codes, but rightnow, I do not have reliable access...to the person who wasMatthew Eric Sorenson. I have some tissue samples, but thosewill take time to analyze and map."Matthew considered that for a moment and sighed. "Okay, filethat for the moment. You said there was a second reason Ican't go back to being at least male again."Robert sagged wearily onto Matt's hospital bed and laid a handon his. " The only thing I'll get out of it is an inferiority complex when I see how far they hit the ball."Fiona rolled toward me and took my hand. "You've got nothing to feel inferior about, trust me," she said, stroking my crotch lightly. You're a big hit with me." Thank you. That's what counts." Do you know what tomorrow is?" she asked."No ... aside from Friday ... I don't." It's our anniversary. It will be exactly one year from the first time we made love." How do you know that?" I asked,. Mom holding on to the table started to buck back in to me, grunting every time I filled her. I moved my hand back on to her suspender belt and gripped tight and give her what she deserved, I right good fucking.Mom squealed, “I’m coming”Her fanny filled with her orgasm, causing a wet sloppy fucking noise as I continued pounding her mature fanny. This rage I had, seemed to prolong me in not coming, I was busy thinking about the things she had said and not concentrating much about the sex.Not sure. On that particular night, we started the evening as we usually did. I was to wait for his call sitting naked on the side of my bed, legs together, feet flat on the floor, back straight, chin up. My toys were arranged and waiting on the bedside table. Per Robert's order, a mirror was set up directly across from my bed. I was to look at myself until his call. A year ago, this was a struggle. Through his insistence, I've come to appreciate my reflection. The small lines at the corners of my brown.