" I figured he might have mentioned it. Sorry. Oh well. There are seven of us." Seven?" Joe and six women." You're..." I'm older than I look, right Da...?" In a way," her dad replied."Your son's a hero, Mrs. Solomon. Should I call her Mom?" Maybe not," suggested Harold."Uhm..." Mrs. Solomon looked confused. "Call me Helen." Whatever. You see my five sister/wives ... well not officially until tomorrow. He told you about the ceremony didn't he?" The wedding? Of course." But not the other wedding.". I told her it’s the head that really matters. Lorraine was able to handle the head without much trouble and began working her mouth rhythmically up and down on my glans. I was making quick work of Lorraine’s pussy and I had her ready to cum. Lorraine would sometimes squirt cum when she had an orgasm, I always had to consider this, especially if I was on my back, there was certainly a drowning hazard. Lorraine was doing a beautiful job on my cock and I was about to cum. One thing Lorraine really. On my marriage bed. His voice was broken, almost as if he was holding back tears. Just then his cock melted into me, scraping against my insides in a way that could only be described as heavenly. He moved his hips in and out. I could tell he liked it from the way his sounds turned from rugged grunts to deep moans. His eyes were closed. That would not do. Look at me Dad, I demanded. If I had to see this so did he. His eyes opened. Youre fucking me on Moms bed. Youre fucking your daughter in the. All traces of my old life were a distant memory as my parents onlyallowed me to bring with me my daughter and my cat. I had been livingfull time as Caitlyn for the past month in preparation for my new lifeand had gotten pretty used to speaking in a female voice, doing mymakeup, and referring to myself as Caitlyn.When I arrived at my apartment, a guy, who introduced himself as Jake,getting out of his car nearby asked to help me carry my cat carrier.Since I had to carry the baby, I saw no other.