While I lay there, holding this sexy, teenage transsexual and with the taste of her semen still fresh in my mouth, I thought about all the other sexua... experiences of my life, wondering if any could compare. The only thing that came to mind was my wedding night, when I was so rapturously in love that every physical sensation felt matched by an equally powerful emotional one.But that thought made me feel guilty, thinking about my wife. I knew I had come back too far to turn back, even if I. My mother followed with a large panof dressing, Tyler beside her carrying a basket of dinner rolls, lookingmiffed. He plopped them on the table and slid back into his seat.?Here?s the bird,? Dad said placing it between Myers and myself. Mr.Myers leaned back and smiled at me. It was the most chilling smileI'd ever seen.?I just need to bring out the cranberry sauce and we?ll be set,? said mymother dropping off her load, skipping off for the last of the grub.Dad took his seat at the head of. ‘Hey, I thought we were having fun.’ ‘I just—’ ‘It’s alright, Elle. I know you’re using me to attract that guy’s attention,’ he said. Elle snapped her head up to look at Taylor in shock. ‘W-What?’ ‘He had been looking at us for a while now, specifically at you,’ he said. ‘You know him?’ Elle decided there was no point lying to Taylor. ‘Yes, he’s my employer,’ she said with a sigh. ‘Are you guys dating?’ She snorted. ‘I wish. He doesn’t want me.’ Taylor raised an eyebrow, his expression. “Mr. Wiseman, what are you staring at?” I demand. He nervously clears his throat & his face turns red from embarrassment. “Once again you're trying to see what's under my skirt, you're such a pervert. Drop your pants & bend over the desk” He shuffles around the desk & presents his ass. “How many times have I told you, no looking at my pussy without permission”, as I slap his milky white cheeks red with his desk name plate a dozen times. His pathetic penis is trying to get hard. “Look at your.