¨Are you mad? I told you so many times that this is taboo! No way!¨ Mum was arguing with dad about something. ¨OK, but if I will use this? And I pr...mise I'll be nice. Just please! Let me try it at least!¨ dad begged. Mum was quiet for a while, thinking about it. ¨OK¨ She finally said ¨But you must use a lot of oil and be fucking careful! If I say stop, you will stop. Deal?¨Dad bend her over the couch and rolled her skirt up when she put her bra off and let her tits swing.I loved this look at my. Finding a wallet, I quickly opened it up and viewed Samantha's... my driver license. "1226 Maple Lane." I repeated slowly. Suddenly, my mind was filled with the image of a small one-story ranch with blue shutters. There would be a great bed of flowers lining the drive and sidewalk. I knew the property well; it must belong to Sam's... my folks.As I found the home rather quickly, I pressed the little remote above the visor. The narrow garage door slowly opened, revealing the single empty spot. I. I was hesitant until she pleaded with me again. I do have to say that her ass was quite fine. A week later Mickie was back to her old self. Actually she never had an 'old self', cause what was left of Michael was rapidly vanishing. All the traits that she had, that were even boarder line male, totally disappeared. Mickie began to wear makeup and had her hair styled and bleached a bit. I began seeing her undies and pantyhose drying on the shower curtain rod, in the bathroom. Sometimes she would. A lot of those male islamic terrorists, i myself seriously believe, that they themselves could practically if not possibly have more sexual issues of partial erectile dysfunction like what i myself believe that of my person could possibly have after a proverbial neighbor from damn hell faggotty, or worser yet closet-faggot public-nuisance of a problem-neighbor, excuse my language, &/or pardon my french, s.o.b. bastard of a cowardly-bully, &/or terrorist-wannabe has, or had pretty much like so.