Mrs Grayson was crying, tears running down her face. Mr Grayson was holding back the tears and smiling as best he could.Nicola burst into tears, and l...ft me standing. She ran to them and threw herself into her mother's arms and there they stayed for what seemed an hour. Then she hugged her father for just as long. I stood there, forgotten, but glad to be so.Nicola suddenly realised where she was, and with whom she should be. By that time I had closed the gap, and shook Grayson's hand."I'm so. So you think I’ll be less lonely? I pray that I’m not lonely, when I’m dead.” He sighs, “When I’m dead I won’t feel any pain. And when I’m dead I won’t feel anything.”A smile comes over Cynthia’s face. “I know the songs you’re singing, saying nothing loud and clear. I’ve heard that song a thousand times. But your shallow empty lies about suicide are patronizing. You can never understand what I feel.”He looks hard at her, deep into her eyes. “Or do you think I’ll be less lonely when I’m dead? I. He is someone I had never laid eyes on before now but is biologically my son. I break my mouth away from his manhood, gasping as I stare at the muscle in front of me, coated in my lustful spit. What am I doing? Oh god, what have I done? I look up to Jace again, his beautifully sculpted body is rippling and already has a sheen of arousal on his skin, his face is handsome and kind as he looks down at me. Our eyes meet and I feel his cockhead press against my cheek, I don’t feel like a mother. I brought up the question of gender identity.You see, I am transgender. Well, not outwardly, anyway. I used to crossdress. A lot. And thee was a point where I considered taking hormones, and going full-time. That feeling has never gone away, even though I've learned to ignore it.And I'm bisexual, too. And like my gender issues, I don't act on them any more. It's just impractical. And I haven't met any guys I've wanted to sleep with, in a long time.So, I threw out an anecdote about a.