And if you absolutely cant stand it anymore, go ahead, but try not to do it that much, especially later in the week. I promise you that in the end, it...will be well worth it. Well, I had a week to do whatever and however I wanted, before I would have to cease and resist. So I agreed. Fuck the homework. The instant I was in my room (with the door locked, regardless of his promise to see to it that I wasnt disturbed) I stripped naked and hopped on my bed with the magazines. One was all women,. It was made a lot easier thanks to all the paperwork I wascarrying. Thankfully my name was all that was changed on the surgery'srecords and my 'M' became an 'F'."I have to say Miss. Hunter," the receptionist said with a smile, "Youdo make a very pretty girl," she ushered me off to the waiting room andturned to my mother, "So Mrs. Hunter when does she plan to transition?"she asked, "Because I can't see any sign of the boy I know." I don't think Michelle knows herself to be honest with you," my. I couldn't stop coming. This isn't the first time I have done this though. A single mother needs her release. And what's better than thinking of your own son while fucking yourself?My son Timothee was a MAN. At the tender age of 20, he was almost 6 feet and 170 pounds with a body of a Greek god. He was a hunk. A fucking masterpiece I gave birth to and raised. I have a right over him and it is his duty to pleasure me right?He always had a string of girls attached to him and every night he fucked. Itook down two glasses and she poured soda."So have you bought any new shoes lately?" she asked. "Yes," I replied,"there's a pink box on the end table." She walked over and picked it up."Sexy shoes. Obviously the vendor for you." She opened the box. "Oh, my!Get over here now!"I walked over to the couch and she sat me down. She removed both of myshoes. The shoes in the box were red open-toe slings with five-inchheels and a flower in the center. She put them on me, giving my toes asuck first..