I grabbed his hand to stop him; I was about to cum.“You OK,” he asked.“Yeah,” I panted. “I was getting’ close. I don’t want to shoot, ...et.”He smiled. Our fingers were buried deep. He wiggled his fingers; they tickled my prostate.“Stop! Stop!” I pleaded. “You’re gonna make me cum.”“Go ahead,” he cooed. “Show me what you got.”My hand was still on his. I pulled back on his hand, then slammed it back to my ass. I pounded my hole with our fingers. I raised my legs higher, granting more. As they began the song I had read in the hymnal, I was touched immediately with the pacifying dulcet notes of a harmonious choir truly magnificent to hear! In that moment I cared not who they were or from whence they came I cared only how that blessed harmony washed over my senses flowing deep into my soul."I sing because I'm happy!" I sing because I'm free!"And in that instant they were gone. And only one man sat in their place. There was a tangible vacancy in the silence their absence had. "You mean, screw us in turn?" Not all the way, baby," Jean grinned. "I mean he screws one of us awhile – without coming – then the other; taking turns that way. Of course, when he has to come, then he can just let it go into whoever he happens to be fucking at the moment." That sounds groovy," Lorena agreed. "Glynn?" Oh hell yes," he grinned. "Man, oh man! Dipping my wick into two beautiful cunts. one right after the other. I'm liable to flip right out."Holding hands, Lorena sank to the carpet. Then he went to bed without kissing me or giving me a hug. It was the first time I could remember him never doing either. I knew I was in trouble.In the morning, just before he left for work he said, "There's an e-mail on my computer for you. Please read it."My father gave me a kiss then walked out to door for work.After I finally woke up and had breakfast I read the e-mail. The e-mail showed me that he was a transsexual, but more important I found out how much I had hurt him. In addition I.