Matsumoto, emerging from hisoffice."Dad," said Daisy. "Something's driving him." What do you mean, Daisy?" asked Mr. Matsumoto."I can't say it, but i... feels like something strange in his mind ispushing him to behave like that. He also imagines himself a lady!" Yes!" exclaimed the boy excitedly. "Yes-yes-yes! I'm so in love!"Daisy continued, "He was saying `yes' to what I told you. He came herebecause he wants to talk to a lawyer, any lawyer. When he's alone, he'sso angry at himself about. .. turn on... }"OK Nance, on your back, lube my dick, and let's get rid of that pesky ass cherry."As she rolled over, he handed her the jar, and she realized she was missing those fingers in her ass. Much quicker than he thought, Nancy was slathering his dick with Vaseline, now knees on his shoulders she felt his prick probing at her asshole. "Oh yeah, I promise I'll respect you in the morning!" She laughed, and there was an inch of red hot dick in her, in her asshole! She was frozen in place. “What happened back there ... really,” he asked as she attacked his belt and pulled his pants and underwear to his knees. He was flaccid, and she played with his penis, on her knees, fascinated with the difference between this, and when he was hard. Bernadette stood, watching her sister, also suspicious.Hilda Mae looked up at her brother.“I kissed him,” she said softly.“You what?“ he exploded. There was still racism burned into Nathan Wilson’s subconscious.“I promised him a kiss if we won the. It was a car accident. He was a decent guy. "Sorry Deb, didn't mean to bring up any bad memories," he said. "Oh, no worries at all, Frank. I do just fine these days, we have our routines and that keeps us going."Mr. Jones didn't really date women around the immediate area, but Mrs. Peterson was looking pretty good to him at the moment. He stealthily adjusted his crotch, taking in the look of her curves."I'm going to fix some dinner for us all if that's okay with you," he said to Mrs..