"God, Billy, why didn't you ever get that hard for me?" She let go of the waistband and let it slap painfully against the head of my cock.Jim walked i... behind her."Because he likes being a girl," he said, "He likes wearing panties and knee socks, and he likes being fucked by men. That's why I call him Wendy."He stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. I was reminded why she had appealed to me. Her tits were so big and round, filling that "Elle" tee-shirt she liked to wear. Her slim. ”Judi leaned over and kissed me. Jess giggled. “Nothing against you. You did a good job, but we both like plenty of cock.”Judi stroked Jess pussy. “And plenty of pussy.” They leaned together and kissed.Tim spoke up. “Look, I’ve got to go to bed. Rich, save some pussy for me. I so want to get in on that.”“I doubt that I’ll wear out either one before you get home. Just think how great it’s going to be to have two of them.”Judi looked at me. “You forgot to tell him.”Jess took over. . Was there a conspiracy among children's booksauthors only to write about girls? Finally I came up with "Jack in theBeanstalk." Not that it was my favorite. I mean a homicidal kid whodestroys a natural wonder in order to steal someone else' property isnot my idea of a role model, but at least he was a boy. I brought thebook over and got on the bed. Jamie put the doll on the pillow betweenus."Once upon a time, there was a poor widow who had an only son namedJack," I began. I continued. Giggly.Sassy. Scared. Serious. The more he models, the more natural he looks.If he were to shave his legs, get his ears pierced, and do his nails,no one would ever suspect he was male.And then a low wolf whistle splits the air and Matthew realizes he'snot alone. In nightmare-slow time, he turns his head, praying to see aburglar or serial killer.It's Mr. and Mrs. Howard, standing in the bedroom doorway. There's notelling how long they've been watching."Nice outfit," says Mrs. Howard. "I don't.