We got up and cleaned ourselves off and Johnny got dressed and went back to work.I started on dinner, stew sounded good enough. I was thinking of what...had happened at lunch, he hasn't done that in ages, we have a healthy sex life but we don't usually do that on his breaks.I went out side and met our dog in, it was his dinner time and he knew it, he was out side crying and scratching at the back door. I met him in and he went running down the hallway to the kitchen to where his food bowl was, I. We havent spoken in more than a decade, ever since my grandmother's deathdrove a wedge between the members of my family.So she has no idea I'm transitioning.I consider stopping, but decide against it. I have miles to go before Isleep, as the poem says.I'm going to need all the strength i have for what's next.*****Chapter 2 - My journey continues.I make my way through a couple of other neighborhoods I spent time in, butnot pausing long. Finally I came to the last place I lived in before I. Even my wife started wearing conservative dresses at home in the day. I thought now everything was normal. But I could never guess that there was a surprise waiting for me. It was around 12o clock we were about to start our lovemaking session. I removed her. Then suddenly I heard a knock on the door. At first I ignored but it knocked again. I lazily without any expectation went to open the door only to find my son rajesh standing at the door. I looked at him puzzled.Rajesh (son): dad can I join. " I rise swiftly, joy filling my heart, and bend over the desk at her side. He uses her for a few more strokes, then pulls out and steps behind me. I reach pack to pull the cheeks of my ass open. I know he likes a good view. He presses his pussy-slick cock to my asshole and forces it open. I moan, and shudder with delight as he fills me completely and fucks me like the bitch in heat that I am. I rock my hips in perfect rhythm to his thrusts, making sure to stroke the entire length of his.