"Do what I tell you because I am THE MOMMY." Lydiacouldn't say anything to that. There was no going back. How could sheexplain it? Besides this is...what she wanted. She really did, she justdidn't like losing control. She thought she could be a boy but stillhave the authority of a grown woman too. That could never happen and sherealized that now.Lydia decided that if Timmy was going to be the Mommy, she was going tobe the kid. She decided she wouldn't do anything responsible withoutbeing. We finally decided to meet at the school library and then see where too from there. At the library, we got a study room and were each studying for our classes and chatting. I was beginning to feel comfortable around this guy and having a good time. I started noticing him grabbing his crotch and was immediately turned on and started staring at his crotch area so he would whip it out. This study room was big enough for two people, and the door had a window, so we didn't feel safe to mess around. Less than a minute later a vehicle peels out of the barn behind the house. I guess you were right, Father. All this time I needed a man to define me. Even though we were apart, I was able to survive knowing that I was his possession. But that was then. Perhaps Felix’s role in my life was to get me through; to allow me survive the eastern approaches. For that, I will always be grateful to him. But I made it; I’m home. Now, I don’t need him anymore. In the bathroom, just off our beautiful. Als ich sicher war, dass Isa wieder vorm Fernseher lag, deckte ich die Bescherung auf. Na klar: Deckbett, Laken, Hose, Slip, mein Unterleib, meine Schenkel, meine Hände, alles war vollgekleistert und verklebt und duftete drückend schwül nach Heimlichkeit. Und mein Gerät stand noch immer. Das nannte man also einen ruinierten Orgasmus. Seufzend machte ich mich daran, die Schweinerei zu beseitigen. Immer wieder musste ich dabei keuchend innehalten, wenn mir erneut Isas Gesicht vor Augen trat und.