Mother died on December 24th. Mother's death wasan abrupt termination of all my expectations to convince her I was reallya girl in male body. My yearn...ng to femininity had no chances anymore. Myfate was to live with my father, a man, an officer. I was expecting himto start his attack on me every minute while the last cordon protectingme against the brutality my mother was gone.Burial was set on December 27th because of Christmas. There was noChristmas this year. The same day as my mother died. “What are you looking at, Alex?” she asked, and basically she took the tablet out of my hands. “Cheeky boy! Hihihi”, laughed Kristina.When she noticed how my face was blushing, she knocked my shoulder playfully and said “Don’t worry. All you men are the same! Pedro also looks at it… May I see?”And she started to look the webpage I was looking (x-hamster, obviously). She huddled at the bed with me and started to look approvingly the page… And then she started to comment….“Wow, what boobs she. But this time we just got in the car and left. Yet the bug had already bitten both of us and if the opportunity presented itself anytime soon, I was de- finitely in the mood to see Carla get someone off. There was something emerging as so sexy in the way she was dressed in these rags. She said she loved the com- fort they gave her. We got home around 5 p.m., and we made love immediate- ly. When I reached under the baggy material and felt her wet cotton panties, I just began to devour her. I. .. soooo good. And almost eagerly she let Martin draw her lips to his and kiss her, softly at first, then more urgently.Her lips were pressed hard against his, open and willing to take his tongue as it probed the depths of her unresisting mouth. Small moans of erotic stimulation gurgled from deep in her throat. The drug had made his touch seem godlike. She was a Grecian princess standing on a hill above ancient Athens, about to be taken for the first time by a ghostlike creature who had come to.