I think it is part of a hero fantasy in his head. I'm no psychiatrist — although I am certain that I could use the services of a dozen or more — b...t I suspected it was because his mother was killed by his father when Marcus was in his teens. He had been unable to save his mother, so he wanted to save others he met. It made as much sense to me as anything because I was pretty sure that is why I was involved as deeply as I was.Eric and Rob were hired muscle. They had their uses but there seemed. I was, and still am, I guess, a bit of what is considered a butch. Getting a pretty girl to succumb to my charms, letting me more or less be the one in control was my pattern. Being the ‘butch,’ the more mannish, and dominant partner in the relationship. You know how I dress, almost always in khakis and tee, plaids, or polo shirts. My hair cut shorter, and rarely any makeup. That was me.I never felt I was a man, that is what transgender is. Never even considering surgery to make me so. No,. Lookie whos a here Ben, grandma. Well Ben just sat down and a stairin at grandma. She likes ta watch Ben. Lets show her some real good humpin. Jen grabbed Bens shotgun again and put her shells in it. She pointed it at Ben and told him ta git naked. We liked this part a watchin Ben takin off his clothes. We got naked too and had Ben lay down in front of grandma so she could watch. We spread Bens legs and we both a started a suckin on his cock. It took a while but soon he was a gitin a big ol. .." reaching up, I grasped her by the front of her robe and pulled her down on top of me as I sat down on a nearby chair, throwing my arms around her. “Good morning beautiful,” I said as I hugged her tightly to me. She felt so good next to me. I could have held her like this all day. Lawan threw her leg over me so she could straddle my lap. She tucked her feet under my legs and pulled herself down onto me, molding her body against mine. “And how are you this morning?” I asked, opening her robe.