I don't want you leaving just now, we gonna fuck some more before you leave'. I panic and cried 'nooo, I've got to go. I don't want to do that again'... Bruce pushed down to my face and kissed away my tears saying 'your tears are sweet as sugar'. He lowered his face to my chest and started to kiss across it till he located my nipples and sucked gently on them. I Bruce's hand slipped down to my thighs and lifted them up, I protested. 'Bruce, don't...let me go please'. Bruce adjusted himself. As myeyes fluttered open I knew at once that I wasn't who I had been. I stood upto find myself in a pink ankle-length nightgown and matching slippers."The family will be here soon."As I looked mom over in her denim dress and black open toe heels I sawthat even in this altered reality that mom didn't wear nylons for hardly anyreason. Heading up to my room, I changed into a white shirt, blue jeansand sneakers with a pair of white nylon peds. With the falling snow outside, they arrived, family. The second button is now undone and I can see the small brown nipple belonging to your body, so sweet and tiny, yet hard and responsive to my actions. I continue to undress you, your blouse now half open and your breast at easy reach, I leave your lips and bend down to kiss your neck at first, then your collar bone, biting it ever so gently with such frustration.My hands are at your waist, my thumb is touching your bare flesh and resting on your pelvic bone as the first breath of me gently. I had no place to go and did not want to lose her so I agreed toher terms.She took some whiskey and washed out my empty scrotum before gettingher sewing kit. The whiskey burned my sensitive skin and I yelped inpain. She snidely said, "You must be a big girl and bear the pain whilemommy tends to you." Once she had disinfected the area she took aneedle and thread and began stitching up my scrotum. It hurt a lot butI had to thank her for each stitch. I knew that I could easily becomeinfected.