I rested one knee on the couch in front of her, giving her a good angle to suck me while Dad continued to fuck her hard from behind.Any worries I’d ...een entertaining about Dad struggling with an emotional crisis disappeared. Sherry was getting everything she wanted and Dad looked like he couldn’t have been more pleased to be giving it to her. He and I just kept grinning at each other as Sherry was getting herself impaled from both ends, pushing back to fill her pussy with Dad’s cock, then. She had been caught trying to escape – this was not good!“Come,” he said. jade started walking toward him but he raised his hand. “No. Crawl, slut.”jade got down on her hands and knees and began crawling across the garage floor to him. “Lower. I want you to drag those tits on the floor to me,” he said. jade drooped her chest to the floor and did as he said, the rough, dirty, concrete floor scratching and scuffing her sensitive tits as she made her way to him. As she reached him, she sat back on. It began as an experiment I conceived in thesummer of the year 2000, a project which sprang from afascination I've had for as long as I could remember. "Whatis it like, emotionally speaking, to live the life of awoman, and be accepted as society as female when you wereborn male? How differently are you when the only thing thathas changed about you is the group of gender symbols youpresent to others? What behavior is reinforced? Whatbehavior is rejected? How does this happen? What is theresult. Summers here before too long,” Mr. Knowles said.A couple of minutes later I heard a change in the rumble of the engines, indicating we’d speeded up. Mr. Knowles and I shared a look of satisfaction on our faces. Becky crawled into my lap and fell asleep, with her head on my chest.“We will be on the ground in ten minutes, everyone buckle-up, please?”Becky got off me and moved silently to her seat and buckled up.We landed at Moffett Airfield, where Google keeps its fleet of Gulfstreams along with.