Like everybody and everything I want to be. I'm not those things yet, all of them, but I know I can be with you and with the rest of us." See here, si..., you hardly know me. Uh... put your hand back on my tit." Nor you me. Not the details, just what's important. That you and me and Will and Mary are a double-decker sandwich and we've got Tom and Alex for pickles and lettuce."I laughed so hard that Saul popped out of me like a cork. That sobered me up fast. I took hold of him before he could get. Now you may be wondering why didn't I just go get me a sub chick. Thereare plenty of them but the making of a boy to a girl is a bit like VanGogh painting 'Starry Starry Night' and mixing Edward Munch's 'TheScream' in just for color. I know most who heard this story wouldcondemn me but not one of my girls ever wanted to go back.And Billie was a blank canvass. What kind of girl would she become? Oh Ihad one who wanted to be a little girl in the end. I finally sold her toa Mistress who was more. She let loose with her bladder and a torrent of piss filled my mouth and yuck, morning piss! I was pretty much stuck in this position with no place to go at the time. All I could do was clamp my mouth shut and take it in the face.Another time, after coming home a little drunk on scotch and several beers, I got dressed in a nice pair of slacks, crisp blue dress shirt and tie (very professional and business like) and I set up my video camera on the toilet seat directly across from my walk-in. .It was dark in the master bedroom, a shadow cast it's mischievous cape across the faded grey walls, light permeated the room from the bathroom light down the hall, making visible the faces of two excited young men. The dark was a personal favorite setting for Lacey. Some women liked rose peddles, she liked what went bump in the night. Lacey took off her jeans and tank top, and was motioning to take her bra off when she felt hands across her mid drift. It tickled. Reese unclasps her purple bra.