I prayed that God would punish my daddy forwhat he had done to my mommy.I thanked God and Jesus for what they had done for me already and thatI hoped ... would be good enough in the future for them to keep helpingme. I asked them for the strength and courage to do what had to bedone. I also told them I didn't mind being a girl now. I had morefriends and was having more fun and I could make money to help my mommyeven more now as a girl. I told them I would do the best I could and Iwould try to be. "Friday?"I ask, hesitating."No, idiot. Guess again,"she straightens her face as she play punches my chest."You're off your period?"The stare she gave me would have killed Darth Vader."One last chance and you better get it right this time or I am going to be very upset with you."I smile as I pull a a small box from my backpack, gift-wrapped, with a small, hand-written note on it and hand it to her."Happy anniversary, baby!"She screams and begins jumping around,"You remembered." Of course I did.. I left a hand upon it, massaging and squeezing it, holding it in place as I nibbled upon the whole tit, taking it into my mouth. My other hand dove down to grasp ass, eliciting a breath of pleasure out of her. “No more, no more teasing,” she gasped heavily. “Fuck me, fuck me now!” Raising my head, I growl into her ear, “No.” As she opened her mouth to argue, I dove in with my tongue, effectively silencing her. As our tongues wrestled between our mouths, I shifted my hand from her ass to her. “ He opened the passenger side door and wedged the TV between the console and the seat. "See? Plenty of room.” Folding his six foot frame into the car, he sat down and patted the seat beside him. “Here mom." I shook my head but tried anyway. The door wouldn't close. “This isn't going to work,” I said and got out. “Tell you what,” my husband said. “Leave the TV. When we come to visit, we'll bring it with us." "No way!" My son jumped out of the car and stood by the door. “That’s like two.