What faith is the correct one?"He shook his head and chuckled. "I can't know. I'm not even sure if it'ssouls, as commonly understood. Even religions w...thout immortal spiritsmight still be correct. But yes, we can't be sure of any of it. I might,in truth, be just Kim who thinks he's Theresa in his body. But in theend, does it matter? I'm much happier now than Kim or Theresa eitherwere." You know, Theresa, I would never have guessed. You never looked??"??" "Butch? I didn't want to try being a man. I had good luck and a powerful blessing, so I risked it.Do you remember Donald’s inventor cousin, Gyro Gearloose? Auto-gyros always remind me of Gyro Gearloose and his wacky flying egg-beater. Well, didn’t Cousteau’s ship have egg-beaters instead of sails? Inwardly rotating pairs of horizontally aligned tubes of curved airfoil grabbed air from above and forced it downward between them. Not only did it zip, but it had a nice stable very low hover using the ground-effect, and it was crash-proof. It's a livin', so I can't complain.My momma works as a part-time waitress at Lucy's Diner, which is situated on New Dixie Highway, just pass the turn which takes you to Arloff. She makes enough money to pay the utilities while I take care of the rent and food.Now momma is what I would call plain more than pretty. She stops at 5'4" with sandy hair that's all wavy and small tits that ain't worth much. Her ass is what God blessed her with. It's creamy white and shaped the way I like 'em. That. Give me those panties."Without waiting for me, she took her frilly undies out of my mouth, knelt down and used them to hold my balls as her tongue licked off the pre-cum.Suck it, Mom, suck my cock.She did. She swallowed me whole, as it were, which I guess doesn't seem so strange when you realize that I wasn't yet fully grown. But the period of time between when she stopped my masturbation and when she gulped my cock down took a bit of the edge off; I was no longer ready to shoot off but would.