I feel like a girl." You like the way that it feels, don't you Debi." I love the way that it feels." Even you could not be qualified as a sissy faggot..." Hey, I don't care what anyone calls me. The way I feel is worth itall." Well, Debi, I got to tell you, you make one very pretty girl And,seeing that erection of yours in the front of your dress really turnedme on. But, I got to ask you one more thing. Sissy girls like you areknown for how much they like to suck cocks. Are you really as much ofa. As he kissed me I could hear the sound of fabric tearing. His tongue thrust into my mouth to keep me from objecting. It worked. I forgot all about my torn shirt and stroked his tongue with my own. My fingers slid into his hair and my hips rolled against his hard cock. I moaned into his mouth. God I loved his big thick cock. I looked up into Carter’s gorgeous baby blues before I nudged him backward then I sank to my knees. I wrapped my hand around his thick dick and kept my eyes on his face.. ” Although a question it was more of a demand. “Oh yes, Tam I want to taste your pussy,” I panted, barely coherently. Tam got up onto her knees, and leaning over me so that I could squeeze her tits for a bit, she kissed Paul hungrily. “Whatever you say husband,” she smiled. She then climbed onto my face, so that her wet pussy was right over my mouth. She smelt of sex, and I wanted to eat her all up. Looking down at me she said “There we go Honey, eat that fucking pussy.” Holding on to her. However, I wanted to know more about her. So I’d eavesdrop whenever I’d hear them talking about her. Because of my snooping I learned that my mother occasionally drank and smoked marijuana. I also learned my mother wouldn’t identify my father to the authorities or the priest that ran the strict Catholic girl’s school she was forced to attend!I usually don’t pay much attention to my grandmother when she’s yakking on the phone. But this one time I overheard her talking to someone sort of quietly.