I was wrong; theirs was a gradual, angrierchange over the years.Initially, they just sneered every now and then at my dressing. "Skirt tooshort!" mom ...houted. "Hair blond!" dad exclaimed. Such comments onlyoccasionally bothered me.Ever more confident day by day in my new feminine personality, I flauntedmy style in their lowly faces. "You say B," I laughed at my mother and hernitpicking reference to my report card, "I say S!" as I outlined myfigure.My dad criticized me: "You look slut!"I. She slowly turned her chair around in disbelief. The newcomer smiled, rays of light scattering through her golden curls. She was wearing jeans that looked like they had been painted on and a cream-colored peasant blouse. Ana felt a powerful draw toward the woman, a sexual longing that could only be described as supernatural, which she knew it was. The only reason she could resist in her current state was the fact that sex wouldn’t result in any young. In this instance, she was grateful for her. "Todd took the bread with interest and lifted it to his nose. He smiled and bit the bread slice in half. He chewed thoughtfully and carefully. He smiled broadly."It's fantastic!" he gushed. "I have never had anything this good in my life!" Give me a taste!" said Jenny. He gave her the remaining half."Oh, my God, this is good!" exlaimed Jenny. "Is there any more? Oh, what am I saying, this is probably a fortune! I just wish there were a whole bowl of it!"I looked at my wife. She smiled and. ‘Of course I will.’ ‘You like my shorts?’ ‘Very much, yes’ ‘What did you like about them?’ Truth time, I thought. ‘I liked the fact that they are loose enough for me to see you’re not wearing anything under them.’ I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, could hear it in my ears. I could also feel my face flushing. To my surprise, Granny stood up and removed her shorts. ‘Does that improve the view?’ I sat there staring at her smooth, hairless, mound. I could see her labial lips, I could.