The library disappeared. I forgot to breathe. My body went numb. I couldn’t hear, couldn’t feel, couldn’t see anything but those three little...words. Then the date, the day she died.No. No, no, no, no, no! I stared at the screen, time standing still, until an older man pulled out a chair two computers down. Then heard the trill of children at the front door again. The hushed murmurs of librarians at the desk. Get it together. Trembling, I swallowed the lump in my throat. Clicked on. I knew I wouldn't last long if this kept up.I laid Sam carefully on my bed. My shirt came off in a flash. I looked down and saw that Sam wasn't wearing panties. Sam reached back for the button and zipper on her skirt. She got frustrated when she couldnt find them right away. I pulled her off the bed and did the honors for her. As soon as the skirt was past her hips she spun around and placed another long kiss on my mouth. I felt her fingers going for the button of my shorts. Soon I was wiggling. There might be problems. Laura suggested that you see if you can change her name while at the clinic. They do that for survivors who change sex, so they might be willing to do that for her," he continued, as he put the papers I had received the previous Friday down on the table."I think that's more for first names, but I guess we can check. I don't want her to be a Lynwood yet though. It might feel awkward if we start dating." My father started laughing as I said this, but I continued. "Do you. It sort of caught me unexpectedly and my face slipped from between her pussy lips, Ruth’s reached for my face and directed it straight back to where she wanted it.“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Ruth sighed as she rubbed my submissive face around her gyrating pussy for the next few seconds. I held on to Ruth’s thighs for grim death, for I didn’t want to ruin her moment of fun, eventually she began to relax backwards onto the couch and away from my face. Her hand appeared down at her pussy and.