“Do you ever get that way, Lisa, you know, just sort of drive for a hard fuck; someone to take you and take control; just give it to you and fuck th... hell out of your pussy like he owns it or something?”Lisa stood with your mouth open slightly studying me. Her quizzical look showed she didn’t know if I knew what happened or I was just in a mood. “Well, yeah. I love that sort of fun with you. We’ve just sort of stopped after we got married. But we used to go for each other that way.”I unfastened. I woke up late the next day. After breakfast mom told me that she awoke naked that morning because someone tore her cloth last night. I kept mum. There’s no way I could deny if she’s going to accuse me of that. “I don’t see you with books these days. Are you no more interested in them? Do you want to terminate your studies? Tell me. I’ll tell your dad. Come on. Don’t screw my ass. Tell me. What’s becoming of you? have you lost your senses? Are you dead? Kill me if you are not?... you broke into. “Two of you together, as in TOGETHER,” I sent. Did they live near each other?“Baaaaaaaad teacher!!!!!!!!!!” sent Angie.“With an erection?” asked Christina.“When, exactly?” I sent.“30m after,” came back.I had an erection at the time and it was clouding my judgment, otherwise I wouldn’t have, but as it was it was too easy, and too tempting. I could either have a cum and use their girls-together pic for a new one, or nurse this one in fabulous anticipation. I grabbed my phone, lined up a shot. But believe it or not, even after all the recovery and post-operativediscomfort, that was not the hardest thing. It took me so much longerto become who I am today.I say discomfort because I am inclined to understatement, but I hadendured facial surgery grind my skull and jawbone to a feminine shape,and pull my skin and scalp, I had endured surgery to my throat to changethe sound of my voice and the line of my neck, I had breasts insertedand my groin turned inside out, and my whole body was.