He loved me; or rather he loved who he thought I was. Maybehe could take me to the house of a friend for three days and then I couldmake contact with ...y parents, who could get me to a lawyer. Once I couldreach a lawyer who was prepared to believe my story and take it before acourt, at the very least I would be spared from being surgically turnedinto a girl, and I might win compensation or my freedom. The sentencehanded down to me by the judge eight years ago had mentioned nothingabout being. JBG was now the proud lease holder of 5 hangers in some not so savory places in Africa. At least they were at rather large airports, a requirement necessitated by the C5. The runway had to big and thick enough to hold the heavy beast.Jack had helped Lorrie verify that those airports could land a plane that large.Then I went back to the e-mails that I always seemed to be behind on. I was surprised to see an e-mail from Roger Gifford, president of New England Pharmaceuticals. It had been so long. He undressed her petticoat and saree. The pussy was visible and covered with black hair. She removed his dhoti. The cock was erect and very longAunt lied down spreading her legs. He pushed his long cock and started pounding. He speeded pounding and aunt’s balls were jumping Holding them and sucking them he banged steadily. Aunt was crying in pain and at the same time enjoying the fuck.Aunt attained orgasm and shut her eyes. He also simultaneously filled aunt’s pussy with white cum and removed. But I knew that, despite their posturing and bragging, most, if not all of my friends, who “knew” so much more about sex than I did, hadn’t done what I had done last night. And that was huge to my fourteen-year-old mind. Suddenly I was at the front of the pack. Or would be if I told them what had happened.But I didn’t want to tell them what had happened. It wasn’t because it had happened with my mother. It was because what had happened was so special, and so precious, I wanted to keep all of it.