I continued; “I want to know how, why, when, and where you decided that shit head and your company was more important than your family. I want answe...s, but even with those answers, you’re going to have to explain to YOUR son what you are doing.”Donna was sobbing almost hysterically now. She sat, for what seemed to me to be forever, and tried to get herself composed enough to continue.“I need you to listen to me,” I said with somewhat less heat. “I am hurt, confused, and angry. If you haven’t. At a corroboree Aborigines interact with the Dreamtime through dance, music and costume. Many of the ceremonies are sacred and people from outside a community are not permitted to participate or watch.In mid-afternoon we drove over to the camp. I said 'hello' to several people. I looked around and asked where Henry was."Ol' Henry crook," I was told. "Got spots." When did it start?" Not long. One week, two week." Do his eyes hurt?" Yeah." Can I see him?" Sure ting."I looked into the humpy. "It's. He was growing breasts!A hand instinctively reached down to his groin. He penis was still there. He even had a hard-on. But as he touched it, it seemed to shrink away. He felt it through his slacks, growing smaller and smaller until he couldn't feel it at all. He jammed in a hand, but his fingers, now grown long and slender, only found the vertical slit of a woman's vagina. He yanked out his hand as if he'd touched a hot stove."What the hell happened to me," he said in a voice that was. I was begging and groaning, needing more and still more! It couldn't have been longer than seconds before I burst, cumming and screaming in a way I don't often do, and finally moaning a string of 'fucks' and 'oh gods' as Patrick continued pinching my breasts and ramming himself into my pussy. I was so deeply satisfied, I could have stopped there, but Patrick wasn't close to finished. My desperation had fuelled his urgency, and now he was as driven as I had been. He turned me around, sat me on.
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