And even if she wasn't perfect, she was still a zillion times betterthan a lot of trans people's parents.-----I finished up my homework and asked Soph...a if she wanted any help withher English homework. She asked me to check her work, so I did, andthen we helped set the table for supper. (It was Caleb's turn to cook.)At supper, I half expected Dad to say something about my period, but Iwasn't surprised when he didn't. I figured, even if he wanted to talk tome about it, rather than delegating. I then feared for sherry's well being when I gazed next at her stretched pink pussy lips, wrapped around the gigantic black cock in her pussy. The black man's cock was covered in her fluids while the slight blur of that area of the picture told me she was being pounded but good at that very moment.The next one made sense of part of our phone conversation as one black man now mounted her from the rear, holding both her thighs as another stood behind the man on the chair and guided his black cock. She bent her left knee as as he did so, tilting her leg inward so he could better view the skin closest to him. She tugged the outside seam of her skirt with her left hand, tugging it more up the side of the thigh and then raised the back part of her skin up from the seat enough to reveal faint vestiges of a crease. It separated her back thigh as it met with the beginnings of a invitingly fleshy rear. As she titled her waist slightly right, a glimpse of a pink cotton seam running along the. Grimes’ pubic area?”“It was for sanitary reasons,” Mom sniffed.“His cock is really so cute,” Kim said. “Boy! I wish we could have practiced with something that size at The Institute. It’s the perfect size for learning how to deep-throat.”“No, it’s not,” Mother retorted. “Deep-throat, indeed! It wouldn’t have reached the back of your mouth, let alone gone down your throat.”“But it would be all the way in,” Kim countered, “so what difference would it make? And why did you have poor Monica.