And my great grandfather... and my great, great grandfather... and my... But of course it was never really as simple as that. You don't decide to fuck...your mother because your cock is bigger than your father's.Oh, I could blame Mr. Parker, Mr. Graham fucking Parker with his smooth talk and his oily manner. With his fat prick. What an asshole he was! But I made him pay.Or I could blame mom for letting the bastard, her boss, fuck her. I could blame her for making dad a cuckold, for making yours. No more than a second later I watched as he turned into a modern day version of Robert Louis Stephenson's deranged maniacal Mr. Hyde character fuelled not by a strange potion but by an excess of alcohol and a hatred that had been simmering and was about to be brought to the boil. Bristoll was obviously in real trouble and I guessed I was about to find out how much."Right now though--"Here it comes I thought."--you've got a lesson to learn--" he brought his hand back and hit him successive blows. Sissies need to waddle as much as possible, and this is how they made sure of that.The fourth zone was where the giant plushy a****ls lay, and big white and pink rocking horses stood awaiting. Here, sissies could cuddle up, with either a giant teddy or with each other. Kissing, caressing and wriggling their diapered butts together was encouraged by the staff. But when the petting got too heavy, they broke up the couple.Release was only allowed in the last ten to fifteen minutes of their stay in. It was about to week later when she sent me a text. Guess who started her period?... This lady." And she also sent a topless along with that text which I still have. So it's been about eight years since then. So we are heading to my mother in law's house. Apparently they took a cab from the airport and wanted to surprise everybody. We got there, did our hugs and hellos. When I got to Lizbeth, she hugged me like I was dying. She quashed her boobies into my chest. There was no doubt I could feel.