“Oh, baby, ……oh God…..I am cumming!” I moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I released the lips of my vulva and grabbed Eric’s he...d as I thrashed my hips against his face. I came in a series of violent quakes that rocked me to the core.Eric kept sucking on me, and I could not stop cumming. After a couple of minutes of waver upon wave of orgasm, I tried to push him away. “Enough…please….too much…..I need to stop….”But he would not release his 'lip lock' on my erect clit that he was. I didn't really think he might try those secret actions again. But he must have been thinking about it all day too. I closed my eyes and snuggled into my pillow. Pretending sleep. He spent some time in the bathroom before coming to bed. He must have been wondering if he could do the same thing again as he turned out most of the lights, only one burned in the kitchen. I think he wanted me sound asleep as it seemed like an hour before he moved behind me and asked if I was awake. This time in a. Motherhad decided that Miss Emily would help with the process of my continuedfeminization. It was an absolutely fabulous idea.Mother in her infinite wisdom decided it would be best for me to have aportfolio of my accent into womanhood. Over the next few days Motherwould have me dress in outfits personally selected by her and I would beprofessionally photographed. There was no end to my Mother's brillianceto further eradicate any masculine desires, tendencies or attributes thatmay have remained.. .”He stopped again. I kept looking down into my lap. We were still at the intersection – stationary. The car being still was like a metaphor for my brain. While we’d been moving, I’d been able to think. Now we were stopped, my brain was stopped too. And Dad’s sentences couldn’t get started either. Maybe he was having the same trouble with his brain. I don’t know if metaphor is the right word but there was clearly some connection.The solution was obvious. All Dad had to do was pull out into the.