The whole genderthing was still all too weird even to contemplate. Thinking about it toomuch just made him angry. ?When she was helping with breakfast...thismorning?? Luckily disaster had been adverted by a quick thinking Dacie. Atleast not all of breakfast was burnt. ?You think they?re still mad at me.??Doubtful, they understand.??Anyway, so I heard you?re married. That must be rough," Eric grinned,keeping a half eye on Sayer but to his disappointment the Incantist onlyfrowned.?Funny that you. Whether it was my long pent up lust for my mother or a side effect of Santa's magic dust, I was suddenly filled with a nearly a****listic urge to mate with my mother and in her eyes, my i****tuous hunger was reflected and we again were kissing, my hands coming down to cup Mommy's firm butt cheeks and then lifting her up, her legs encircling mine, sliding up until she was crossing ankles above my own ass.As I lifted Mommy up, I could feel her body sliding deliciously along mine...along my long,. And of course, I always leave my brand on their chests: st14 (stranger fourteen). I call this art, and yes it appears like Im now on the dangerous psychos on the Americas government pages, on Mexico, Brazil, Canada, US FBI, and so on (for me this means they appreciate my art). Another reason I love being popular is because now I know by the newspapers where should I look after if I may ever want to get back a kid for having some more fun with each other. Twenty boys and fifteen girls are the. I’m not sure what I’ll do, but I kind of still want my own family and a white picket fence. However, as I’m swept up in more and more of Alex’s world, I can’t honestly see myself very far from him either. I guess we’ll have to work out some sort of compromise. But the important thing right now is that no one can possibly make me feel the way Alex makes me feel, whether we’re fooling around or not. Just like the rest of his girls, I’m so grateful for how he’s always made me feel, that I’m.